The beautiful youth, who cause
lust-infatuation, thoughts of
ravishing disappointment.
The elegant and seasoned, who promise
tender understanding, coupled with
subversive condescension.
They all begin to
runtogether,
molding into an
amalgam of silent responses.
A “conversation” killed makes
ghosts of one of us, and
the transition into this text-afterlife
eases with each disappearance.
Don’t explain yourself to me;
I have gotten along just fine, and
would hate to
have sympathy for you.
by Erik Shinker
What an excellent poem! Dating apps are truly the double-edged sword of our generation; simultaneously enchanting and disappointing at whim of a swipe.
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Thank you so much!
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