Chronostasis Poem by Sunny Sunshine

I've got a dumpster heart.'aesthetic', yeah?
Filled with pizza crusts and jokes I revise.
Raccoon-signed, 'certified clown',
I meme my tears until the Wi-Fi dies.
Your voice? 'Deleted' (but I saved it twice) ,

Laid to rest in puns like 'emotional rice'.
I'll attribute the sniffles to 'allergies, dude'.
Not the ghost of your laugh in my 'chill' attitude.
'Smell you later, silly green skin',

I'll haunt your trash like a 'winning' also-ran.
Wearing denial like a comfortable old tee.
'I'm fine! '(…always.)
Spring's just autumn in a flower disguise,

I count dead leaves like it's 'optimized'.
Raccoon logic: 'steal the moon, play it cool',
Text you 'lol' instead of 'I miss you, motherfu—'
I'm 'thriving'! (…if thriving's a pun graveyard) ,
Your ghost my hype-man. 'awkward, not hard'.
'Smell you later'. (Hold up—'poetry'? Nuh-uh.)
'Smell you later'. (.Delete that. Yu-uh.)