I love you
is the response I have to erase
every time you text me something

every time you text me something
my heart does an extra warm pump
a poem about lonely puppy
a picture of a deserted melancholy beach
a song plucked from my subconscious, driven through the Spotify industrial complex and mysteriously finding its way back to my sentimental soul

I tell myself it’s not romantic
I tell myself you text the same to all the boys as well           you’re just an emotional guy

I erased the ‘I love you’
with my pulsing heart
and manage a
‘so cool’                                                                                            instead