That is all she knows.
Blinded by digital windows
Inevitably displaced
in virtual destinations
Of finding warmth
Through befriending pixels
instead of people
Saying "I love you"
To fleeting faces
Only to be left
yet again
by a man
made from strung words
on a mobile phone
and nothing more.
Oh how you fall in love
With the idea of him
on screen
Oh how you fall in love
With type-written
love notes
Whose sweetness
Ought not to be held nor touched
Whose fragrance
grew stale
In a box
of Imagined reality
Inevitably existing
with the purpose of
pulling heart strings
to the brink
of d e c a y .
YOU ARE READING
Whispers and Misadventure
PoetryGradually and then all at once You left. // Words strung by a sad girl //
