this may be
the first time
we have ever spoken
not face to face.
because, you asshole
you never responded
to my texts
and you brushed me
on Snapchat
(is it socially
acceptable to
address Snapchat
in poetry?)
but today
for some reason
you feel the need
to remember
my existence
forgive me for
ignoring you
because I am both bitter
and petty as hell
and trying my hardest
not to respond
to your godly presence.
and you know what?
it's been months since we last spoke
and instead of butterflies
for some reason
I look at your messages
with cold disdain
examining my fingernails
in barely concealed annoyance.
don't pretend
you still hold power over me
right now,
your worth to me is defined by
just being a nice subject
in my day-to-day poetry.
(asshole.)
