A poem about those unwanted, persistent texts when you give away your real number (like a dummy) to someone you just met
1 AM Damn me!!! Why are you texting me? Why have you not got the message? I'm ghosting you I haven't texted you in 2 weeks Cuz I know this And I don't want this Your unpleasant scents Your intimidating hints Of what you want and how you want it No sir, uh-uh, no thank you And I've told you Time and time again I'm not looking for this A relationship Fucking Chilling Being your main thing Your side thing Any of it I want none of it Delete my number I don't wanna block you Cuz I'd feel bad but I'm gonna have to block you Cuz no and not interested Are apparently words you never learned But that's on me Thinking I could be feeling something But still not feeling you 2 weeks later My first mistake was giving you my number in the first place And my real name Damn! Like a nut case But delete my number please Forget my name dude Erase me from your memory Delete my number I don't wanna be bothered with your 1 AM texts
Keep on writing, great job!
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