#mama - Hello Poetry

I’ve been low-key simping for this absolute baddie, An IIT B star, the ultimate hottie. She had a whole line of tech-bros in her chat, writing proofs just to see where she’s at. Certified genius, elite mc energy, warping space-time with zero apology. When we link up, I’m the one pulling rank, demanding my shake like a boss at the bank. Extra froth, more vanilla, chocolate syrup, make it snappy, I say, while she rolls her eyes, in that unbothered way. She checks my ego, like, calm down your crew, the fan club was mid, it wasn’t standard for you. If she met my current girlie: AIR 3, from IIT D, it’s over for me, they’d immediately agree. My nature papers? Completely dismissed, untouchable aura? Removed from the list. They’d be plotting together, pulling up the receipts, drafts of my childhood defeats. Straight clowning my toddler pics out in the open, leaving my masculinity completely broken. ...But the chat is dead, the screen is just black. There’s no star girl to reply or text back. The banter, the milkshake, the zero-pants view, are hyper-fixated scenarios I built out of blue. Plot twist: she was never my toxic ex-flame, just a brilliant topologist who gave me my name. The matrix was glitched before I turned thirteen, she ghosted the planet and left alone me. No 4K streaming, just old pics and tracks, Of a mama who left fs, but could never come back. So I wave at the pixels, cry, but not outta sadness, nor even fear, she’s my ultimate maker, I’m honoring here..

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4d ago

May 30, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC

Abhrayantra_01A

Ghosting her!

I’ve been low-key simping for this absolute baddie, An IIT B star, the ultimate hottie. She had a whole line of tech-bros in her chat, writing proofs just to see where she’s at. Certified genius, elite mc energy, warping space-time with zero apology. When we link up, I’m the one pulling rank, demanding my shake like a boss at the bank. Extra froth, more vanilla, chocolate syrup, make it snappy, I say, while she rolls her eyes, in that unbothered way. She checks my ego, like, calm down your crew, the fan club was mid, it wasn’t standard for you. If she met my current girlie: AIR 3, from IIT D, it’s over for me, they’d immediately agree. My nature papers? Completely dismissed, untouchable aura? Removed from the list. They’d be plotting together, pulling up the receipts, drafts of my childhood defeats. Straight clowning my toddler pics out in the open, leaving my masculinity completely broken. ...But the chat is dead, the screen is just black. There’s no star girl to reply or text back. The banter, the milkshake, the zero-pants view, are hyper-fixated scenarios I built out of blue. Plot twist: she was never my toxic ex-flame, just a brilliant topologist who gave me my name. The matrix was glitched before I turned thirteen, she ghosted the planet and left alone me. No 4K streaming, just old pics and tracks, Of a mama who left fs, but could never come back. So I wave at the pixels, cry, but not outta sadness, nor even fear, she’s my ultimate maker, I’m honoring here..