Stop Looking at My Stories
Those aren’t for you anymore
I haven’t seen this since you left—
your name and image under my story.
I used to check and see if you saw what I posted,
because every post was for you.
I haven’t searched for you since it was obvious you weren’t coming back,
since you stopped replying when I was drinking
and could no longer hold back from reaching out,
when the fog of alcohol and missing you
became too desperate to have you back.
It’s not the vibe. It’s not cute.
I’m embarrassed and confused: did I imagine our connection?
Was any of us real, or a trauma bond that let us survive
the worst of what we endured?
I thought you were the love of a lifetime,
but as the whiskey veil slowly falls from my eyes,
I see clearly what you have always said:
I do love you more than you love me.
So I unfriended you and deleted you from my phone,
because I hate myself for messaging you,
and I hate myself even more when you don’t respond.
I have no self-control, so I needed to place you out of reach.
But here you are again.
You searched me out.
Is it a coincidence that I met your friend at a party today and we hit it off?
Did she reach out to you and ask about me?
What do I do with this?
I’ll stare at your name and picture a little longer,
let the nostalgia of the memory have its time,
then back to the grind—
because nothing I post is for you anymore.
About the Creator
Jesse Lee
Poems and essays about faith, failure, love, and whatever’s still twitching after the dust settles. Dark humor, emotional shrapnel, occasional clarity, always painfully honest.
Scones
Alright, let's not fuck about - here is what you need: Ingredients: 350g self raising flour 90g butter pinch of salt tsp of baking powder 3 tbsp caster sugar (or just normal white sugar would probably be fine) 175ml milk a squeeze of lemon a drop of vanilla an egg fresh strawberries, if they're in season Extra flour Even more flour Dried fruit (I consider this completely optional and usually leave it out)
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Comments (5)
🌼It is moving to see how vulnerable love can make us. There is always that haunting question of whether we love them more, or the anxiety of waiting for someone to leave instead of being certain they will stay. 🌼I agree that the social media feature you mentioned is diabolical. It dangles that person in our faces, forcing memories to resurface at the exact moment we are trying to move on.
This is heartbreaking. I feel the pain here.
The moment they know we are slowly moving on, they always come back. It must be because you and their friend seemed to have a good vibe. You can either just block them, or ignore them. But even if they reach out, don't reply. They need a taste of their own medicine!
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That's what they do. It's like a kid with a toy box full of stuff they're bored with something until someone else shows interest and then they want it back. My ex just followed me on TikTok (I just started the account and it's the only platform he wasn't blocked on except this) we have been broken up since 2011. It's creepy.