Swiping through humans
Thinking this just isn’t right
In the story in my head
That my heart tells itself to sleep
He…they? find/s me
So how does that equate with
Reading some summary and swiping
Swiping
God the swiping
In my story we meet each other the way humans did before screens were invented
In my story his dog came up to me and the rest was history
But this isn’t that story
It never happened
Never happens
What is this swiping?
How do I know I like someone from a photo
I feel like I’m looking through a magazine of humans
I can’t decide what to wear on any given day you want me to choose one person out of however many, from this?
The gods know I can’t be trusted they’ve seen what I do
I can’t be trusted with this
There’s no fate for me
But I wanted a little romance
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