At least I didn’t write a poem about him..

I’ve been thinking about heartbreak
If I should call it heart take.
Because when I think of you I can’t decide
If I want you back
Or just the peice of me you kept.

I'll never be her,
She's what you prefer.
As I walk by,
Pretend to be shy.
When you laugh,
Just to say in my behalf:
I'll look into your eyes of blue,
To say I love you.
Please don't mind,
The little guys running down my cheeks.
They've been confined
For quite some time.
But I don't dare,
Because I know you won't care

We talk in emojis
21st century style you know
Our conversation wraps
A few moments past dawn

He reports every second on the gram
Almost as if that’s his beau
Before exchanging good morning texts
He says Insta Fam hello  

And when we do get intimate
It just doesn’t feel right  
He goes on to publish
She’s my Aphrodite

Oh I want to be teleported
To the age of billet doux
Just two love birds
On a hilltop with a great view

So on a fine Monday morning
I told him what I really want
He said it much like a warning
That the Stone Age is long gone.