Holy shit, we're doing this

Odd title for a short story, I know.
Don't worry. Soon, there won't be any rhyming to show.
Let the awkward silences do their thing.
Someday, it will all be worth a ping.

Ours was a strange way to part.
You vanished, just like a fart.
I know that's funny for a start.
But holy fuck, gorgeous, it broke my heart. 

A little fault was mine, you played the rest of the part. 
Yeah, stubborn we both are, admit it or not.
I'm uptight, and oh, did I mention you're hot?
Shit, it still hurts, rotten jokes apart.

I think of you sometimes, oh what a lie.
Once a day, even that's a far cry.
To keep you out of my mind is all I try.
And return home a failure, fuck knows why.

You've changed your ways, the blue ticks are gone.
There's some new guy, perhaps. Clearly, you've moved on.
Not the kind to turn around, I know that woman.
But not like yours truly was without chinks and flaws.

I wish I had the balls to tell you that.
I'd be there through thick, thin and fat.
Where being cold and closed, I felt I was being a man,
That was me truly being a pussycat.

I still miss a beat on that pure, honest, giggly smile.
Swear to god, that sight's been a while.
It's the one thing that beguiles.
More than the curves, curls and the works by miles.

We went our ways for the better, I feel.
You've gotten yourself on an even keel,
I've had my own skeletons with which I had to deal.
It's a deal. It's a steal. It's sale of the fucking century!

Somewhere, it was also a chance to self-reflect.
To look within, assess, and check for defect.
Perhaps I should have followed the stupid heart, that I regret.
Holy fuck, life isn't perfect.

A few emojis I can't use anymore.
Gandhiji's favourites went out of the door.
Goodness knows what's in store.
But each time I bow, I pray for you. That's for sure.