2

i don’t like my
friends as much
as I thought

i suddenly need
all the crap
that you bought

i carelessly share
with abandon,
all thoughts

i expect a quick like
whether you feel
it or not

i have 1000’s
of stories missing
a plot

yet time and again
the lesson
i’m taught

its hard to leave
facebook when it’s all
that you got

Categories: poetry

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