I should have known not to rely
on him, because when Steve and his degenerate
clones picked a fight at the Columbia Bowl
in front of him, he wouldn’t even look.
But long ago, all I wanted
was for him to think I was cool
while he led the way, a vibrant
color in the sky, my compass
to a good time.
The last time he sent a friend request
I declined, because a friend is more
than a link on a platform, and to go from
what we had to his refusal to respond
made me wonder
If he ever cared. And now,
I don’t wonder
and maybe the sky has fewer colors
but I can rely on them
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
I should have known not to rely
on him, because when Steve and his degenerate
clones picked a fight at the Columbia Bowl
in front of him, he wouldn’t even look.
But long ago, all I wanted
was for him to think I was cool
while he led the way, a vibrant
color in the sky, my compass
to a good time.
The last time he sent a friend request
I declined, because a friend is more
than a link on a platform, and to go from
what we had to his refusal to respond
made me wonder
If he ever cared. And now,
I don’t wonder
and maybe the sky has fewer colors
but I can rely on them
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