I Wanted to Text You
I felt like sending a message
And I got as far as opening up my email.
Then, continued to the icon.
In the browser dialogue box, I typed:
G-M-A-I-L dot com.
Clicked on the, little mailbox, shortcut.
Then?
I derailed.
I couldn't write, a thing.
Not a question on (how you were?)
When we'd hang.
Or the usual pleasantries, accompanied with back and forth SMS swing.
Not a thing!
We've got nothing in common, it seems.
We spent, very little time getting to know,
one another's pet peeves.
I'm just some girl.
And you feel like a stranger to me.
Ever, broken promises,
filled with lip service, reminds me of the various ways
you never did me any justice.
So I meant to text.
Really...
But I won't.
©I.M👑me
-- xo--👄
About the Creator
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!
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