Shed

Wanna know what my favorite button is?
I’ll tell you.

Delete.

I love it.
It melts like cotton candy in my mouth.
It is also the most delusional button ever invented.
So,
I send someone, anyone, a message, filled with pent up love or anger or waaay too much emotion for anyone of my..caliber..and all that jazz.
And then
Ohfuckgpoihrwpewknr I realize that *sighs* I shouldn’t have.
So,
Tada

Delete.

Gone
*poof*
Disappears

And I sit back and bask in the glow of pretending That never happened and I never felt like that and no one else knows I feel like that anyway. *smirks*

Catch?

You’ve gotten the message.
Delete doesn’t change a thing,
Except the skin of the voice in my head.

Smoke and mirrors never proved anything.
But then again, I’ve always been a huge fan of my reflection.

Haven’t I?