Life Through A Prism (or, The Facebook Poem)


It’s alright when he’s just yours.

You only see him where he’s supposed to be,

Where he is right now, not where he was before.

Because there’s the friends from home.

There’s the parents.

There’s the ex-girlfriends,

The one night stands,

The bad haircuts,

The cheesy grins,

The chavvy clothes,

The guilty pleasures,

The secret porn.

The puberty wanks.

The conversations with his mum,

The issues with his dad,

The past illnesses,

The stupid mistakes.

The people he fell out with,

The people that drifted away,

The people he barely remembers.

The holiday in Tenerife,

The in-jokes you had to be there for,

The bands he thought were cool,

The first crush on Buffy the Vampire Slayer,

The family nickname he hates…

All the stuff,

All pictures of a person you don’t know,

Songs you don’t know the words to.

And you realise you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

You’ve got more than you bargained for.

Because these are the things that make up a person, make up a life.

And all you have is one face of the cube.

(Featured image from OpenPhoto)

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