don’t worry.
he blocked me,
told me that he didn’t want me
to have to read his poems
about you.
he blocked me
the day that i gave him
the bag of his favorite snacks,
bought with my working money.
but, that says more about him
than it does about me.
“i still care”
he said.
no, you don’t.
but fine.
this is just the cruelest torture.