Baby, you really hurt me
letting me think that we could have been something.
I should have known months ago
when you stopped saying hello and started leaving me on read.

I would pull back
but would keep hanging on
thinking this was going to go somewhere.

If you weren't serious all you had to do was tell me.
Instead, you left me outside waiting in the storm.
Having second thoughts should have been the first sign.
Thinking I deserve someone that does not leave me on read,
but at last, I was too naive.
So I stayed waiting by my phone and waiting for that light.

But now I realize it's just too cold out in this storm.
I tried being an adult asking where do you wanna go from here,
but I guess you just didn't have the time to answer me.
That's okay, maybe I won't get this past year back,
but I have too much to look forward to than worrying about someone who just doesn't care.

Baby, you really hurt me
thinking that this was going somewhere.
Baby, don't worry I can tell you don't care about me anymore
the way I believed you did.
Baby, don't worry I'm woman enough to realize I deserve better now.

my phone lights up,
a smile brightens up my face.
scurrying to check the notification,
hoping to see your username.

but it's not you—
it's somebody else.

i shut off my phone,
the screen turns black.
and a little bit of my heart,
darkens and crumbles along with that.

I was waiting for God
to reply back

                                                           ­                                   to my prayers.
                                                        ­                                                      Until,
    ­                            
she sent a pic
of you.

Facebook gave us a new look
Addicted to reading people's lives
Forgetting that we have ours to problematize

Messenger connected us to strangers
Being indulged in chatting with them
Dis-remembering those people,
People that are not virtual,
People that you have to catch up to

Twitter lets it all out,
Our problems, our thoughts, our whines, our woes
But while using twitter, you overlooked those around you
Those who're willing to listen to you
Those who can actually help you

Instagram lets us share photos with our loved ones
Photos where everyone looked delighted and felicitous
Photos that are pretentious
Only on photos do they seem happy
But in real life, they're constantly neglecting,
Neglecting and taking each other for granted

Why do we let social media measure our worth?
Is it really worthy?
Is it really that worthy to be connected to those who are far from you,
While sacrificing those people you love who are near you?

My room is illuminated by a faint but noticeable glow,
It isn’t a lamp or a nightlight, but a small rectangular device on my bedside cabinet.

The once silent world is disturbed by a ‘ping’, another notification from the online world,
I let the light fade away and drift back to sleep, I wish to remain in reality, at least for tonight.

People laugh at me,
People stare at me,
Occasionally even their tears fall on me,
They drop me on the ground and sometimes I break,

I’m not that strong but you wish I am for your sake,
I feel your ache,
When something bad happens to you,
You tell it to everyone and sometimes you wish you didn’t,

But that’s how it works these days,
I lead you by long and shadowy ways,
You think I make you do bad things,
But in reality it’s you,
Who’s loosing angel wings.

Finally, my battery ran out,
You should be happy,
But that’s causing you stress,
If I’m not living, neither are you,
You’ll never be happy, if I’m near you.

- Message from: Your Phone.

she kneels down
listening
to nothing
but repulsive breathing
we used to talk,
but now
we just listen
to the sounds
of our restless eupnea.
after awhile of these
flat and banal nights,
the lines to our phones
are broken, cut in half
just like our hearts...

A green eyed girl
Hid her tears
Under the grey clouds
She got a message
On her phone and
Her heart began to rose
Like the sun on
A rainy day.