joe

It’s not the twisted sisters who draw my eye,
Nor the lesbian lovers, with bobbing boobs.
It’s not the dichotomous twins, one evil, one
A goody two-shoes.

                It’s the boy.
                “joe”.

Politest student in the school, he blocked me
On Facebook, and on Instagram made a
Social Pariah of me. A quick flick of
His fingers on the keyboard, and he snipped my
Skin and sliced my heart.

So no, it's not the two-faced heart-shaped bitch I see:
It's the boy
Who upsets me.