so i wait and lurk around his messages search through his names until i find him and i
watch all his movements sometimes pictures flash by in bytes and i look if there's another
girl next to him but mostly it's his tattoos the crooked smile the veiny arms that makes me
hooked the clever things he says punches my heart because they're not for me
and i know i just know that there's a cataclysm waiting for us two when the time is right
and that belief cools down this rage that brews in me each time i see his name splash
across my screen