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.