I said, "We're done," I slammed the door, Thought I'd never care no more. Then Tuesday came, then Wednesday too... Now guess who's stalking someone new? His selfies glow, his smile's so bright, Why's he thriving overnight? Who's that girl beside the sea? Wait... was that hoodie meant for me? I zoom, I swipe, I check again, Pretend we're "just familiar friends." Algorithm, please be kind— Stop putting him back on my mind! Oops, what have I done? He's out there having fun! While I'm scrolling Instagram, At two a.m. again. He's laughing, dancing, living free, Looking way too good for me. Oops, what have I done? I think... he actually moved on! His coffee's better, hair's on point, Who approved this plot twist, folks? He bought the jacket I said "No," Now suddenly it's fashion gold. I tell my friends, "I don't even care!" Then like his post... from last year. Panic! Cancel! Airplane mode! Somebody hide my phone! Maybe I was way too proud, Maybe I said things too loud. Funny how a little space Makes you miss a familiar face. Oops, what have I done? He's shining like the sun! I'm refreshing every story, This is not my finest glory. If I could rewind the tape, I'd probably choose a different fate. Oops, what have I done? Looks like... he's the one who won! Scroll... sigh... close the app... Open it again, perhaps... Okay, that's it... I'll let him go. (Just one last story... nice and slow.) I close the app... don't look again— Wait... who just liked my picture then? Oops... false alarm. It was my mom.
