Caps=Ampersand

Caps=Ampersand

I’m sitting down.

Thinking about deleting all theses pictures of us from my memory.

This poems not for you it’s for me.

I’m trying to disassociate.

But I just can’t seem to make myself think that way.

You probably already made.

A gif out of me.

Inside your head.

Some stupid meme you can share with you’re best friends.

About how you stepped away.

And that you weren’t fazed at all.

Trust when I say I’m glad that we canceled it.

But I won’t forget.

The pic I took.

Inside my mind of you’re face that night.

When I said fine.

Or tell anyone.

How we both cried.

I’ll keep that between just you and I.

There’s no need to put us on blast.

You done a great job of that on you’re IG.

And if you read this tweet.

This poems not for you.

This poems not for you it’s for me.

I’m sitting here.

Checking my DM’s when I see hey it’s me.

Can we talk this out.

Let’s just spend one more night again together please.

Hey it’s me, didn’t you cancel us as on your media feed.

It’s funny how you make it about what you always need.

Everything stops and you take precedent.

So I didn’t work out.

With that rich kid who makes nfts.

Or that turbo chad after that.

And now your back to me.

Go back and stalk my tweets.

This poem is not for you.

This poem is not for you it’s for me.

I’m laying round.

Thinking how you could just delete.

All those pictures of us from you’re page.

Well I’m not some EVIL bi&çh.

I’m not even asking you to simp for me.

Please believe.

Ohh I see.

Now that I’m getting popular.

You must of had a looked at my followers.

I should of guessed it’s the clout you chase.

Quit acting like you made it.

Your not even famous.

You were always block chained to that iPad screen.

You never made an investment in me.

So you hit me up.

Just to to pick a fight with words spelled in CAP’s or with a ampersand.

👆 look I’m pointing out how sincere I think this is.

Looks like you win again this poem is about you and me.