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a poem, a rant, a bad idea

By Kay HusnickPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Alex Ware on Unsplash

I don't want to feel a thing. Smiling at my phone, laughing at you, I want to throw it at the wall, and watch the screen crack just to make this stop.

I can't do this, feel this, want you to want me, jumping just a bit every time my phone lights up.

This kind of thing is Crushing.

It's a recipe for disaster, and I know better.

I know where this road leads. I've seen the dead end already and so many like it, so why the hell am I still texting back, digging my own grave deeper and deeper with every clicked send?

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Kay Husnick

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  • Rene Peters3 months ago

    I definitely get this! Very nicely written!

  • Angel Adagio4 months ago

    I know that feeling all too well. Beautifully written!

  • Omgggg! I've dug my grave soooo mamy times because of this same thing!

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