I hate the twitter algorithm.
I don’t need to know who liked what,
or who follows who.
I don’t need to know that everyone is giving Piers Morgan more digital oxygen than he deserves.
I don’t need to know that my ultra male feminist friend from school only uses his account to like violent porn videos, and send unwanted pictures to the women within them.
I don’t need to know that you liked another tweet, from that girl you worried I’d be jealous of.
I hate the twitter algorithm.
Last night,
we made a list,
of all the things we needed,
to build a home.
I wasn’t jealous until you mentioned it.
Why the fuck would you mention it?
Now I hate the bitch,
and I don’t even know the bitch.
It was late,
last night,
and I fell asleep,
dreaming of the things
that could tear down a home.
We were on honeymoon before,
but now there are cracks,
I couldn’t see,
until you accused me of being jealous,
jokingly,
but with case studies and examples,
and suddenly,
I started to worry,
that maybe I should be,
because if you’ve thought so much,
about how I’d react,
maybe I should react?
I hate the Twitter algorithm.
I hate you.
I hate the twitter algorithm.
I hate that you make me hate strangers on the internet.
I hate the twitter algorithm.
I hate that I love you.
And she’s eighteen,
and she’s pretty,
and she reminds me of me,
and she reminds me of before,
because pretty girls always seem to end up,
in situations I don’t approve of,
just like before,
with someone you never met,
who did things you aren’t responsible for,
and I can’t help,
but blame you for things you haven’t yet done,
spending Sunday,
preparing to press reject,
when you call,
crying into cider that I didn’t really want,
watching the same rom com as yesterday,
through a sadder lens,
because…
Because I hate the twitter algorithm.
You didn’t mean to awaken the paranoia,
or the insanity,
and it’s probably nothing,
but now,
there are cracks,
I couldn’t see,
until I woke up,
after you’d fallen asleep,
desperately damning that dream to a hell I can’t access,
so I don’t get lost,
in wishing you away,
in pushing you away,
because this situation feels the same.
I hate the twitter algorithm.
