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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