the Reluctant Referee

Bro, she blocked you on social media
because your temper was as short as your dick
(Absolutely minuscule, evidently)
'Cause, seriously? Who is an asshole to the waiter?!
A quick smile will not conceal
the hatred creasing your features
deeper than the napkin he forgot to bring you

She left you
because you scare her
Really, how is this surprising at all?
Testosterone pills are not considered
a vitamin by the FDA (Just FYI)

She cannot explain herself, because you are immune
to discomfort and panic
Plus, like no joke,
she's really, really over explaining herself
There's muscle fatigue in her jawline from justifying her existence

She will never know
if you had sex with her while blacking in and out
(Doesn't want to know...)
'Cause what's one more Jack in a full hand already?

You are still convinced of your own significance
Truly, you ended up being a tiny
(Ha! Tiny...)
blip in a much more grandiose radar

She does not understand why you reached out
and each blinking icon of unread messages
sends beetles shivering into her flesh
Regretting she did not block you sooner,
though, it would have required admitting the truth-

your desire was a stone
thrown into the  body of her pond,
and the rupturing waves are what
got you off

Knowing this,
she still fears you,
although the Internet lies between you
like a reluctant referee in a battle
she never intended to attend

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