you’re reaching out to my people
wondering “how I am” but you really
just can’t let me go and who can blame
you; they don’t make them like me
anymore (not like they ever did).
i’m everything you’ll never have again.
you’re everything I never want again.
the regrets that are clogging your mind,
like your hair did to the bathroom drain,
can’t be cleared with the wire clothes hanger.
i’m sorry boo; settling for someone inferior
is your only option, and quite frankly,
that’s what you deserve.