I wrote this poem in June of 2024.

for real

I hope this story is buried for a final time
and you don’t pop up again
and I have to play whack an asshole
once again
blocking you on yet another platform
would the universe be kind enough this time
for it to be good riddance forever
cause I’m tired of my past mistakes
to constantly come out of nowhere
to disturb my present

One thought on “poetry: whack an asshole

  1. So glad to read this one, painful realization, but necessary. I have a hell of a time moving on from past joys/sorrows. It feels like I’m addicted to the memory and yet, I know it does, exactly as you say – “disturb my present.”

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