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She kind of misses me
I kind of miss her back
Ack-ack-ack-ack!
Onomatoepically delete that!
My thoughts, my words, my verbs, press delete on that

Refresh

She kind of misses me
I can’t delete that
I can’t delete the fact, that I kind of miss her back
Or that, I’ve spent that past five minutes formulating this reply, and she can see that

Dot. Dot. Dot.

Ellipsis seamlessly stream on her screen, as I retract
My word is bond but my word is not bound, so I press delete on that!

Now you see, poetry is honesty for me
So I’m not going to stand up here and lie to you
Instead I vocalize truth
I speak in absolutes
Triple distilled like Absolut
I A-B-solutely went off on a random tangent right there

*Smirk*

Distracting myself from the fact that I am still delaying, delaying, delaying this reply
Since I’m in this pontifical position on a pulpit so to speak, and you really have no choice but to listen to me
Why don’t I speak frankly?
“I miss you too”