just a photo of you with an awkward smile.
My bedroom door will be locked for a while
as I fantasise about your rejection.
You shake your head and it gives me the horn,
the way you sigh in sweet sympathy.
But I'm a sucker for your negativity;
that frown, those eyes are pixel perfection.
I'm on the border of a restriction order
as I spot your joy with someone new.
He responds with a defiant finger;
hang on, he looks just like me!
So in your mind I will always linger,
trapped but relaxed inside you.
He'll be crying when you turn him down;
it's a triumphant moral victory.
Image: Carly Rozman
