The mirror turned adolescent today.

But you’ve been acting like a side show on Broadway,

The pun was blunt enough for me to die for.

You have got to remember she was my friend too.

Professional fax machine has been tied up with love letters.

Unaddressed and unrecorded,

And you could call her empathetic,

I’d like to know how come I’ve become unwanted.

Stray cat, how come I am number 2?

Could you publish my emotion?

Eventfully, they’ll see my start-up.

Sometime soon, they’ll see my extraction too.

It’s been a Blank web page,

It’s been a sick disease.

You can’t imagine how many lovely hates I’ve hated you,

While wishing I could be there next to   (your name here)