Ode to Tinder date

Not this time. HA!

I'm left on read.

Why do these damn people have to mess with my head?

Stressing about things I've done and things I've said.

Why do I get no reply?! I thought we had a nice time,

It always ends this way.

This first date haze is screwing up my days, the chase, the waves, the energy caves, I suck, I'm lame, I'm shit at this game... ITS INSANE!

How can we be expected to meet a lover?

When we go online and abuse one another?

Our shallowness provokes a twisted perception,

of the people we see online, making collections,

of their best images, a blinded catfish.

Oh to find someone decent, I wish, I WISH!

Oh tinder date, oh tinder date, why have you fucked me?

My mental capacity is lost, its disgusting,

how much of my soul I put into something...

That leaves me confused, thinking...

...am I good enough then?

Despite the fact we had a good time,

And despite the fact neither of us were on time,

And despite the fact I think you're pretty sublime,

And DESPITE the fact I felt our souls align,

AND DESPITE THE FACT I FEEL SHIT EVERYTIME!

I'm left on read.

On my own I know I'll be just fine...

So go on, leave me on read..

Your message?

DECLINED.