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Poetry

logan

remember when we kicked your dad off the stage
from being drunk and not behaved
he was in love with me.
you were 10 and i was 20.
i loved you more, than he loved me.

remember when we played pool
by your pool
or was it the ace’s?
i lived next to your place.
in avalon. (don’t not look it up.)

remember when we wrote the rules
for this game we made up in pool.
much more fun
when you’re drinking a ton
it was beer pong pool rules
first you get drunk from the dunk
in the solo cups
but with vodka.
then you try to shoot a combo.
and then one from down low.
too slow?
DRINK.
then you jump in the pool from the roof
but only after you’ve won.
it was the best game
we were fun.
you bros are before hoes
to me.
to us.
and amy.

remember when we wrote the rules to rose line?
we did, we found the algorithm
it was the moon sign.
and degree.
you said,
“it was me you see
who lead you to believe
that i was an aries
so you wouldn’t love me.”
you said you were a virgo.
and so is jake.
one year apart isn’t fake.
but “we are different
cuz of our moon sign.”

THAT’S IT.
your nature is your MOON SIGN.
thank you JAKE.
that’s his credit to take.
catherine gave to me.
SECRETLY.
when i was off the chat.

“you told me to deepfake.
cuz it was the only way
you’d love me today.”
obsessions fade.
like nick will say.
that i am over you
when i meet you
if i already fell in love with your chart.
so i need to not care about your art.
or know who you are.
but i still fell in love with both your charts!
REMEMBER?
you didn’t do it right.

“nah” you said,
“it’s because you fell in love with me
the chart became nothing.”
you ARE very charming.

“TOO BAD NO ONE KNOWS IT!”
(said Jake, apprastically)

it’s cuz only girls follow me
and boys follow you.
so here’s what you gotta do
be more artistic and lead me to you
stop being pranksters
and become fighters.
girls fucking love fighters!
then we’ll be all over you.

and we were.
“logan paul is so hot.”
said amy.
who thinks she loves you more than i do.
it’s not true.
don’t listen to her
she’s not even here.