There's this guy I met through online
and we've been dating for such a long time
I never knew I'd meet him there
The love of my life, the fruit of my dare.

These days flirting is through Instagram likes and Tinder swipes

It is funny how we can get to be ourselves with strangers
Our complete truest version of us
No guards up and no painted window panes
To be able to stare through, untainted reflections

Our deep dark secrets and or biggest fears
To confess them in rapid succession
And not feel the need to hold back

It is funny, how we need to hide away ourselves
From the ones who love and know us best
Constantly dancing around the fullest truth of truths

Strangers don't know us, nor do they probably even care
The obligatory third party
Just sit and listen

Let the masks drop, and the honestly flourish
Online profiles make for free therapy
And self awareness

I met you barely a week ago,
And yet, of you I want to know.
You hold me captive
Attached to my screen;
Far more than I have ever been.
I am enchanted,
Enraptured,
Riveted and captured
By the sideways glance;
The carefree stance.
The genuine grin
that ***** me in.
3 photos was all it took
I still can scarcely believe my luck
You sent the first message,
I'll send the last,
Since you've been in my life
I have had an absolute blast.

So you have turned me into a rock
A quiet still hard cold rock
I’m burning to speak
And tell you how I really feel
That I can’t stomach you
But I know I board the plane in a few hours
And for this I find peace
Enough peace to remain the rock
From you I have gained nothing but tolerance
And the knowledge that you should never travel to meet someone that you met online
At least not without a backup plan
I can’t fake a headache or the flu and ask to be politely excused
I so wish I could - grab my bag apologize sincerely - and run for the door
I would think it would be worth giving you my opinion - just to appease me
But in the same thought an overpowering realization that even you are not worth that energy
You might possibly even thrive on it
Like a roach thrives on raid once the poison has lost its ability to throw the bug on it’s back kicking
So I instead will bite my tongue
And do my best to keep my eye rolling to a minimum…when I’m in your peripheral…