I go to your profile; I see you smiling
Twitter tells me I might know you
Twitter doesn’t know that I once did.
I look through your posts; I see you glowing
Facebook tells me you got a new job
Met a new girl
Went to concerts
Went on a trip with your family
Facebook doesn’t know that I was once invited on that trip.
I scroll through your pictures; I see you living
Instagram tells me you still have our photos
Or well, had, because I accidentally liked a picture that was 43 weeks old.
You took up photography
I remember you always wanted to
Instagram doesn’t know you’re the reason I still can’t do everything I have always wanted to.
Your pages don’t remember,
But my pages do.
I remember, I remember that it hurt.
Your followers tell me you made new friends
Some of which were mine
My followers tell me
“it only happened once, and I’m sure he didn’t mean it”
I’m sure he didn’t.
“I doubt it even hurt and he would never do it again”
I left, to make sure he never would.
I scroll a little too far into 2015
You went too far in 2015
Facebook tells me in 2015 you were with me but Facebook doesn’t know that I wished you weren’t.
Twitter tells me in your bio you would call me the love of your life but twitter doesn’t know you called me stupid every day for months
Instagram tells me you loved showing the world that you were always holding me in 2015
But Instagram doesn’t know you hit me in 2015
And while a double tap will make a heart
It only took one hit to break mine.