GHOSTED

It’s a poem!

GHOSTEDIt was like one of those self-help blogsThat only talk in abstractionsAbout the power of self-loveOr how to end a toxic relationship.That’s when I realized That the person not showing upWas me. All that bemoaningAbout not putting in the effort,Not taking the time to make sureSentences weren’t ordersAnd feelings were considered,To temper my tone with kindness, It was just me being the bully to myselfBefore ghosting off to do other things...