You clutch your phone desperately,
Anxiously waiting for today’s top picks.
Hoping one of us will fall for your sly tricks.
You swipe and swipe so effortlessly,
Only seeing our looks and the potential of our bodies, pure ecstasy.
My profile appears, you freeze like a brick.
You swipe right, believing I will be yours in just one click.
I wonder what you crave to do with my body, insensibly.
My dreams, passions, my greatest fears, have no meaning,
Your opening line is empty and dirty.
You don’t want to know me, what makes up my days, what goes on in my brain,
How I love to run, how it makes me feel alive, how it eases my pain.
No, because that takes work, it takes time, and you are in a hurry.
I am nothing to you except your conquest of the evening,
To you, I am nothing but a fleeting feeling.