GHOSTED

It’s a poem!

                GHOSTED

It was like one of those self-help blogs
That only talk in abstractions
About the power of self-love

Or how to end a toxic relationship.
That’s when I realized 
That the person not showing up

Was me. All that bemoaning
About not putting in the effort,
Not taking the time to make sure

Sentences weren’t orders
And feelings were considered,
To temper my tone with kindness, 

It was just me being the bully to myself
Before ghosting off to do other things
For people, with people, to people
without even saying goodbye.