Poetry

Trust Issues (And Other Casualties)

You read one text and vanished in a huff,
Left me stewing in silence; well played, Mr. Frost.
Apparently, nuance is not your thing.
Trust, you say? I was writing about Fate, not flings.

I texted. I called. I even baked.
(Okay, I burned the cookies, but still, I tried.
You ghost me like I’m the villain here? Please.
If I wanted drama, I’d date an actor, my dear.

So fly off, Captain Misinterpretation.
Let your ego buckle your seatbelt tight.
I’ll be here, unbothered and fabulous.
Enjoy the turbulence, this girl’s done with the fight.