I haven’t spliced our avatars,
or written your name
across my bedroom wall,
I don’t follow you home
on Pintrest,
or Twitter,
I don’t  sleep in your tee-shirts
or see us together,
the pulse in my chest
is a sleeping sparrow
when I say your name,
your laugh is a noise of no
consequence,
everyone knows:
I’m not in love with you.
I've nothing to lose or
lie about…

-let me try this again-

I copied and pasted;
our portrait, attached your last
name to my first; it’s got
perfect pentameter,
I can't follow you home,
believe me, I would
if either one of us knew
where that was,
I've no interest in **** like
Pintrest or Twitter,but
I stare at your picture
on Facebook, I confess to
sleeping in your tee-shirts,
wishing we were together,
in my chest, a train wrecks
every time I see your face,
the sound of your laugh
is my only saving grace,
every one knows:
you can’t keep what
isn't yours,
but baby, this is just
another poem I wrote,
only god knows
how I love
You.