Blue Bubbles


i am aware of your intentions,
treacherous yet enticing -
pulling me in with every word, every operative glance.

i do not want anything to do with you,
yet here i am.
blushing at my phone at 1:59 am,
wanting to feel your fingers on my keyboard,
losing sleep over three white dots trapped in a gray bubble.

you are the illness i will never cure,
you are the the poem i will never write,
you are the thought i will never finish,
you are the text i will never read.

i will always have the power.
but today,
you found my off switch.

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