Finally I am ready to write
That which is no longer fiction.
I am heartbroken,
Promoted to heartless,
Mechanical and cynical like they always thought.
It's true,
All I touch starts floating, shallow,
I remain at the river bank with a rock tied to my throat.
My friend agrees, this is no age for love,
I grow old and the era gets newer until I cannot keep up.
The other day a man called me rare
"Pretty and witty"
"Great taste in music"
Regurgitating compliments mass-manufactured.
Dating app shenanigans,
Criminally boring, and sometimes worse.
One fine day I will ditch the screen
Inhale someone's human
Faith love joy anger hurt
Anything
Anything.