I hate the way you share untruths in cute fonts and funny memes
And when you hashtag 564 times in a row.
I hate the way you share every little boring detail it seems.
And all your drama, who cares if she’s a hoe?
I hate it when you’re fake and full of fluff
And the way you post rants that are so preachy
I hate the way it feels when you don’t like my stuff
And all of your food pics with “fancy” lychee!
I hate that you’re craftier, mommier and happier
And when you sometimes make me insta-sob.
I feel bad when you’re crappier
Or even worse when you didn’t tweet me about that flash mob.
I hate the way you tag me at the mall
Or when I hit refresh and there’s no updates.
I hate the way
I don’t hate you
not even in the slightest
not even a drop
not even at all