Maybe I should remove you from my social media.
Maybe I should delete it all to start.

From now on, should I cease the multimedia?
You don't understand, I can hear the breaking of my heart.

Every picture I see of you with her,
I can't even find words to explain the pain I feel.

I have to find ways to keep moving further,
The shell of my heart having been peeled.

I have nothing to show you but my raw self,
My unattractive body and boring personality

I know that if you were to put me up onto her shelf
You would see that I can't compare to her with my originality.

The unshed tears that sting my eyes is enough for me to know
That I am totally and undeniably in love with you.

It is quite sad and rather pathetic, no?
How much love I hold when I barely even know you.

I'm stuck writing this endless cycle of poems
Because, I don't want to hear how I have to move on.

To be honest, they have become my heart's totems.
The size of my love, my biggest con.

~a poem by Elizabeth Kay~