Ghosted
An acrostic poem of something too common
Suddenly absent, I thought we were forming an attachment.
In the void you go, like all of the other Marilyn Monroes.
Longing for answers, but this obsession festers like cancer.
Emotionally unhinged and sent a message, but reminded that I became part of a percentage.
Nights are filled with irrationality, wishing for Scorpion to give me a FATALITY.
Craving for an ounce of closure, but my love is facing damning foreclosure.
Eternally left wondering if it was due to my own blundering?
About the Creator
Jay Kobayashi
A starving writer from LA who aspires to be plagiarized one day. I like to write about academic pieces that identifies philosophy and psychology in pop culture, and sometimes random fun pieces that interests me or the algorithm!
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well done