7 8 9

6/22/24

I’m not that mad at JPEG;
don’t know what I’d do.
They named Jenna a weekday,
and Syd an ingenue.
I have a joke just for us:
what keeps me coming back to you?
It’d take a fiction to convince me of your truth,
like a Funko in a Walmart of a sad, little girl.
If 7 8 9, then I’m still in love with you.

Does Chappell stand for Palestine?
And what did Lauryn do?
They make the gays a gimmick
for the PR of Charlie Puth.
Just kidding. That’s a joke.
But it’s weird that Lorde, too,
had to apologize to feel true.
It’s crazy how fights start,
sometimes just a joke —
no, cause if 7 8 9
and you weren’t lying
then I might be still in love with you.

Cau- cause I thought our love was a face
over the surface of our trauma,
branded and shipped for the other ––
but I was wrong, it’s not a joke.
It was a lie, rotted in truth.
Like JPEG, Jenna, Syd, Roan, and Puth,
I sold you a lie in place of my love for you!
Like this joke I once knew,
it goes like this:
if 7 8 9,
then I must be in love with you.
Yes, if 7 8 9
then I just thought
you’d never be mine.