get loved, loser—get absolutely fucking treasured

reads the meme i sent to him at 4am

exchanging random snapshots from our camera rolls

with passive aggression and teenage hormones lingering

like a fog between oceans & desires & there was you—

listen to him blame you for every problem & i can't believe

how cool that makes you sound—anarchy is relentless negation

say the numerous lyrics of a thousand verse declamations

that i didn't read—and the fading inner voice that tells me

to keep listening—

and here i am scrolling through your social media for no reason

except the kind of delight that only comes from

building someone up in my head—a synaesthetic place for two minutes

and then a gentle undoing—are you there? exchange a few texts with me

and i'll savor every syllable for months on end—are you listening?