Our world itself was twitter
Every moment we shared
A tweet short and limited
The love that crumbled one tweet at a time
A life lived on the timeline
When all is said and done
I just scroll back
And screenshot all the memories
Hoping I keep each one in my gallery
The same place where all your pictures are kept
My closest substitute for your conditional presence
What happened to our love?
Was is it just another tweet short and limited?
We could have just wrote an unending thread
But I am afraid it still wouldn’t have lasted
It’s a love that never existed
Just another fake picture we had uploaded
Every inch filtered and edited
The original leaked and we had it deleted
The love that crumbled one tweet at a time
Maybe I feel bad it never lasted
Or maybe I am glad it blasted
It could have just been a lifetime of lies
Filters and edits
Conversations short and limited
Communication dead and buried
You never even cared about my heart
To you it was just an emoji
Small and fabricated
And those times where I had to sleep in bed alone
Waiting for you to come home
Crying on my own
When you were busy sliding in DMs
Secret places where conversations are long and unlimited
All those other woman having all your time
While you turn off notifications soon as my moniker pops on your screen
Man I hate that time
Always coming to our timeline at night mode
Always keeping our conversations short and limited
And then there would be those days when you never even said a word
I’d ask about the red subtweet on your shirt
All I got was a sleeping face meme
All night talking to myself
Smelling the fragranced favourites you wearing
Anyway I think I still need to grow
You have been active for too long
And I have only just signed up
I check the 14k tweets in between
I now shout goodbyes to the subtweets without mentions
Yes – I got tired of assuming
Ain’t nothing that hurts like a life lived on the timeline
Sharon Mo ©
Don’t do them “to measure” this time, just follow a woman’s medium pattern.
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