I don’t need your blanket hugs,
Or midnight tea in fancy mugs.
No whispered check-ins late at night,
I’ve removed your number—pure delight.
Once was cuddles, now it’s memes,
I’m bingeing snacks and chasing dreams.
No tissues stacked, no heavy sigh,
Just Netflix loud and extra fries.
Your “aftercare” was sweet, it’s true,
But Wi-Fi’s faster—goodbye, you.
A hug? I’ve got my giant pillow,
And friends who roast me like a kilo.
My self-care now is bubble baths,
Roaming malls with reckless laughs.
No “talk it out,” no therapy texts,
Just gym selfies—and what comes next.
Aftercare? Ha! That ship has sailed,
My playlist healed what love had failed.
So thank you, next, I’m doing fine,
The punchline now? The joke’s all mine.
- Aditya Dube
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