Twitter Love

She was my Twitter love.
Witty tweets, Twitter kisses, and Twitter hugs.
She was always on my mind.
Stay waiting on her replies.
There was no one realer
than this love I found on Twitter.
I was so impressed
by the way she likes to dress
and the ideas she composed with 140 characters... or less.
Believe me when I say
that I'll never forget the day
when I first saw her and we kicked it.
She was down. I was with it.
Her hair, I twisted.
Her thick lips, I kissed them.
The others, I licked them.
Emotions, they shifted.
They distance, it killed us.
Her past presented
itself.
Not so good for my health.
Literally made me sick.
Stomach on gymnastics
with full splits and back flips.
Suspicions, they crept in.
Insecurity on incline. Jealousy, it sank in.
Blocked on Facebook. That's nothing no biggie.
Then, I knew it was over. Unfollowed no tweets. See
there were no more witty tweets, Twitter kisses, or Twitter hugs.
That was the moment that I lost my Twitter love.