Deleted tweets like broken hearts go somewhere that we don't like to ponder.
They disappear from sight, and vanish only after wreaking havoc and emotional damage. A nasty tweet is like a bum boyfriend or a scrub. That's a nineties reference, but whatever.
Anyway, if there was anyone that could've brought justice, emotional range and a Dianne Warren style ballad about tweets to life, then it would've been Whitney.
It would've hung around the charts like that Bodyguard soundtrack and you know that the gal would've made the word tweet an eighteen syllable word.
But with the latest Twitter war between Nicki, Taylor and now Katy, all we get is the edgy, impulsive tweets but none of the real heartbreak that comes with them.
But Whitney would've sang it, Madge would've made a piping hot video to it and J.J would've had the go-to interpretative dance routine for them.
But now that Whitney's no longer here, and no one's that interested in the eighties gals anymore, I guess we just gotta keep our eyes peeled for all the smart barbs on twitter as they come rolling through our feeds and devise our own music videos for them.