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[Verse 1]
I thought I was fine
You weren’t really on my mind
That was until
You were gone
I got to town
I really liked the way you hung around
Turned my frown upside down
Then you were gone
I’m all alone
[Chorus]
Was it something I said
I’m sorry if I was wrong
But I don’t know
Why did you up and go
Was it that song
Could it be fear
Turned you into a ghost
Now you’re not here
[Verse 2]
I’m so confused
How you pulled away
Without even a whisper
We were talking yesterday
I’ve played it back
A hundred times
What note was missed
That ruined our rhymes
[Chorus]
Was it something I said
I’m sorry if I was wrong
But I don’t know
Why did you up and go
Was it that song
Could it be fear
Turned you into a ghost
Now you’re not here
[Bridge]
I thought I was fine
I can’t get you off my mind
All the times we had
Those days are gone
[Outro]
I thought I was fine
Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Categories:
ghosting, angst, change, confusion, depression,
Form: Lyric
We’re not dating—
but you heart-react to my stories like it’s a full-time job,
send a “you up?” at 12:47 a.m.
then disappear like my willpower at a shoe sale.
You say you don’t do drama—
but you’ve got more red flags
than a Formula 1 race
and the emotional depth of a spoon.
You post gym selfies with deep quotes
like “loyalty is everything”
but couldn’t commit to a dinner reservation
without texting your group chat first.
I bring the vibe.
The sauce.
The playlist.
You bring… vibes?
Just vibes?
Sir, where’s the effort?
Modern dating is just
flirting, ghosting, and guessing
if “lol” means “I’m into you”
or “I’m emotionally unavailable but cute.”
We’re not dating—
but I still debated if I should shave for this maybe-hangout.
We’re not serious—
but your ex still watches my Insta like it’s Netflix.
You want wifey energy
on a side-chick schedule.
Nah. I’m not a limited-time offer.
This ain’t Costco.
Come with consistency,
or go play tag with someone else’s energy.
I’m too cute to be confused.
Categories:
ghosting, boyfriend, feelings, girlfriend, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
A crime the February tongue —
In her box I'm open this time;
She alone melts chocolate eyes —
Eyes — camouflaged red ribbons, blunt,
Ever stained by glimpsing her love —
And in my dream, her dreams still glide;
Though no word lifetime by lifetime;
This day for me the darkest dawn —
Oh, what cries as I do this fierce,
For February's lovelorn tongue —
Where in the light, night intertwines;
Oh, God, there only in her kiss,
As it sinks in elsewhere be gone —
She's in my arms this Valentine's.
Categories:
ghosting, february, loneliness, love, pain,
Form: Italian Sonnet
light outside my front door
like a face
the end of a long day
ends in darkness
a friend died
a month ago
but no one said why
I sing a song for him
at the place
where we used to do karaoke
I pretend to be another
I shed my skin
laundry lies
on the floor
my laptop plays scenes
for my many lives
a refrain
a love song
as it lives beyond
my dreams
leaves mulched
the ground takes in
remnants of summer
in stillness of night
sounds of footsteps
and conversations
in my front yard
I look out the door
nobody’s there
Categories:
ghosting, bereavement, death of a
Form: Verse
ghosting around with time…
the ghost inside
grows impatient
but being denied
execution,
must wait until
the full sentence
of life has served
its mission purpose
as timed by the timer…
with time there are no
appeals and the timer
times time in his time:-
meanwhile
the ghost and i
continue to play
hide and seek:
blinking...tick-tock…
Categories:
ghosting, allegory, deep, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Who will hear me?
Who will rend the veil of insecurities about me
And peer keenly into that dark?
Am I doomed to never know the true import
Of these scribbly pearls I string?
(Individually knotted with apathy)
Selfish, I suppose, for it matters not how I'm remembered
I will be feast for oblivion, as all, and lost to care
NOW is all I have ... now is what I want
With but a crumb of recognition
A speck of acknowledgment
Recompense to loss
Who will hear me?
Categories:
ghosting, introspection, rainforest, sad, self,
Form: Free verse
Ghosting
Online friends or family,
So selfish,they.
You could be dead and buried,
How would they know?
These are your best friends,
They loudly pronounce,
They deceitfully say,
Who cannot check emails for
180 days?
Their sidewalk fell in, the washing
machine broke,
Their 40 year old kids have a toothache,
Or in need of a bloke.
Totally, a joke.
Here's my advice, it's childish,not nice!
Tell them to take off their pants
And slide on the ice.
Better yet, change your phone number
and Addy, too!
One need not be ghosted on this
internet zoo.
Just smarten up.
Ghosting is bad for you physically
and mentally.
Panagiota Romios
8/30/2019
Categories:
ghosting, internet,
Form: Rhyme