Your pictures give me the silent treatment
And yet thousands of words
Are filtered through Valencia
Enhancing the contrast between us
How many thousands of selfies go unseen,
Like my efforts to rebuild what we had,
Deleted in haste
In fear that anyone might see your unflattering side?
You seek comfort in love
Offered to you in hundreds of digital hearts
And though I have just one heart to offer
Love in binary doesn’t bleed quite so much.
That’s probably why talking to you
Feels like talking to an emoji.
Scared of sincerity,
You hide behind barriers in our communication,
Literally saving face,
Desperate to maintain the illusion of #stability.
The characters captured in your captions
Are catfish, strangers I don’t recognize
Disguised as you
Who tag me, not with @ symbols,
But intentional reminders
That, despite a lifetime of memories,
You have no place for me now.
Every day, I wonder if it would be easier,
Healthier even, to block you
And let the applica