Stranger from the Internet

I’m just a stranger from the Internet
Who lives 1.8 kilometers away
Who shows up at your door like an uninvited guest
And feeds you strange food every other day

I’m just a stranger from the Internet
Who messes up your sleeping schedule
Who occupies half of your bed
After a ride that wastes your fuel

I’m just a stranger from the Internet
Who loves your crinkling eyes as you grin
Who randomly throws your name into every chitchat
Then cries my eyes out when I’m left on seen

I’m just a stranger from the Internet
Who finds you so achingly familiar
So gentle and mellow, the bestest of the best
Even potential, mayhaps, of being a keeper

So tell me, stranger from the Internet
Can you just stop being a stranger?
But if that is too much of a request
You will still be my favorite one ever.

Maastricht, 1/2019
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the breakup poem that took me so many tears