He showed his true colours that day,
His eyes matched the blue of the eye message,
And here I am sitting in the wreckage,

The three dots of anticipation,
The gray bubble it surrounded itself...

I hope you're proud of yourself.

He protected himself behind a 4-inch screen,
How cowardly can you be?
The boy I once saw as a giant,

Is no taller than a child.

The click

                 click

                            click
                                      of the keyboard,

It must have filled his room,
And I'm sure the echoes loomed.

Seven months we were together,
And in seven minutes it was over,
But it allowed me closure.

I look at him now,
And I see no dignity, no values, no character,
He does not matter.

He is just one small sentence in my story,
That one day I will over look.