this, would be H-O-W it’s DONE!!!
Translated…
How, can a face be a book?
With the wrinkles, it will be read, as bird shit, on the windshields
With the zits, interpreted as, the coming of winter
The face without the creams to protect it, can’t weather through the snowstorms
Without enough salt, no matter how much pain you feel
You can’t reproduce the tears
You said, that your Facebook is not for the sake of
Showing your face
Although, you’d posted a photo of you, from twenty-years ago
Laughing at someone
You said, that there had been, two beauty marks, added on, to your Facebook
To fill up the emptiness, that void, in my gaze
I don’t have Facebook
Because, I cherish my face
The spring is here
I’d recalled, how my grandmother’s white hair flew with the wind
Recalled how, back when you and I broke up
You’d severed off the relationship completely
And so, this, is what after you break up, your FB accounts looked like, everything is under construction, and, you’d needed to, take OFF those photographs of your sweeter times together, and, you may even need to, SHUT down your FB accounts altogether, because, you’d added that ex as one of your contacts that you’re tracking, and, if s/he is moving on, and you’re not, how, would that make you feel???