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Stephanie Aug 2018
I wonder if I’m too ****** up to ever get my ending
Tattered and torn to shiny and new
If Cinderella walked past me would I even notice her shoes?
Do I act like I’m in love with you?
Because I’m really trying hard
Is this just how we do this now?
Wipe modern love’s sweat from my modest brow

It’s really hot out today
Can you send me any nudes?
Baby please be a cool girl
I promise I won’t be ghosting you
And moms, well they all love me
Some ***** named Kiki loves me too
Please buy all the ******* I’m selling you
My wittiness and charisma is just all a clever ruse
All of these matches couldn’t light a single fuse

I wonder what the greatest generation would have to say to me and you?
Cause there’s no more ******* foot pops
No more dear John I love you’s
Let me get out of this whirlpool before I drown in all the hearts
Everyone says theirs is broken but you’d have to find it first
Starter husband, starter home, starter ****, and starter wife
Someone smarter shouldn’t bother with my stupid ******* life

Where the **** have we gotten to
Where heys and how are yous
Are so mundane and you complain
When an emoji doesn’t follow suit
I think I’ll stay down here in loneliness
And maybe my dream it will appear
She’ll be tall and she’ll be funny
I’ll say everything she wants to hear

It’s really hot out today
Can you send me any nudes?
Baby please be a cool girl
I promise I won’t be ghosting you
And moms, well they all love me
Some ***** named Kiki loves me too
Please buy all the ******* I’m selling you
My wittiness and charisma is just all a clever ruse
All of these matches cant light my fuse
This is a song I wrote for a friends band, so not a poem poem but still relevant.
Stephanie Jul 2018
I hate this phone
I hate that it connects me to you
I hate the ease of accessibility to you
I hate that it keeps a record of us
I hate that it’s so easy for me to erase you
I hate that it makes it so easy for you to come back
I hate that it holds your pictures and memories of you
I hate that it lets you send me whatever the ******* want
I hate when my screen is blank
I hate that it lights up to show your virtual lashings
I hate that it tells me how long it’s been since you’ve called
I hate that it is the object of my temptation
I hate that it doesn’t ***** my finger when I type your name
I hate that it doesn’t yell and scream like me
I hate that it’s so silent but has such volume
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