when time's tones are bad,
mourning what you had
and not ready to be forgotten
but gone, saddled empty,
like a whistleblower's
wind, a nostalgic noisy,
but empty, soundless sound,
nonetheless,
and my self-usability image
trashly sadly by
an enemy I did not
I recognize soon enough,
(Time)
and my LDB,
(long distance boyfriend)
did not have enough,
faith in me
bump into a profile
unexpectedly
(I pretend,)
and had to
alter
delete
my status
to
kinda lonely
tad forlorn,
itty bitty raggedy doll-in done,
my high horse kicking me
in the rear,
caused by altering/deleting the
words above
in a relationship
and here I hear
a drip of tears
and I'm quite frankly
embarrassed
so
here is a girl asking
you:
*will you be my friend,
read my poetry,
simpatico, feeling it
no pity, asking to say,
someone understands,
and I'll
do a twirling dance
in my living room
which is sooo embarrassing
but when your alone?
people make themselves
do silly things thing
like
(hate that word)
writing
a poem
just like this
bc
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and debate
alter?
delete?