Ve Handojo

it shred me to pieces, reading your page
as you changed it last night to “it’s complicated”
perhaps it’s my silence, perhaps your rage
but all this quiet fight got me real’ wasted

we unfollowed each other so i can’t read
all your witty lines that friends retweet
with no mentioning me you send a message
of how helpless we are since we disengage

i’ve posted a note that gets many “like”s
along with them come many pings
the how-are-you’s, and curiosity alikes
of what has changed in our feelings

i can ignore tweets that mention you and i
or untag myself from photos that friends post
to dive to invisible mode, or even lie
in messenger status, and be like a ghost

but deep inside i cannot deny
how i’m afraid to say goodbye
not only in real world as days go by
but also as we restlessly login online

how i wish among the mentions that i get
and the one that “… is writing a message”
is the person that i have always had
in my list of friends, following and image

but when the word “myself” fills a poem
there won’t be much left to make a good rhyme
i wish you read this tumblr that’s so random
and take my apology for a lifetime