"au revoir mon amour" our hero uttered under his breath,  having finished his morning coffee. having one less sugar than usual it was one hot serving of disappointment. as the sole source of morning energy it was a crisis bearing eerie similarity to our nation's oil addiction. two things you do not trifle with are a man's hobbies and his coffee, and the importance of the bean in our hero's life could practically fulfill criteria. the worst part of a bad morning coffee is that a second chance at getting it right would have to wait until much later, lest his digestive tract go into defcon 5

hey you
yeah, you
don't act, you already know

maybe the fact that i don't use pet names makes it harder to see
but i uh, i lo-....
well, nevermind that

maybe one day
i'll show up to your door with your favorite meal
isn't that so roman-..surreal?

or even, do the unimaginable, send you flowers?
doesn't matter whether there's rain, snow, or thunder showers
what do you think of that mi amo-...friend?

well...this is odd.
as i stand here with all these gifts and affection
the only person left now is my reflection...

so I guess it's just us now.

hey you.

all you hear as a 20-whatever
is dating advice,
generalizations of both sexes
as if neither were human
yet

embracing the futility of it all
coming to the conclusion that it's best not to "batter up"
creates an inner peace

no more rushing to change that facebook relationship status
no need to take constant pictures with two fake smiles instead of one
no more pressure

refreshing social networks to see updates on the *** life of others
and being able to say "I cannot relate at all" to yourself
without having an issue with it
that is the sort of inner peace others spend endless resources to attain

when the game is rigged
or inherently broken
you realize
that the only winning move
is to not play at all.

wifi working? wonderful.
hilarious
clever
great with women
always says the right thing
modern-day renaissance man
knows everything about everything
everything fits

wandering the outside world?
looks like i'm ******
socially awkward
introverted
self-conscious
easily annoyed
cannot tolerate crowds of any kind
terrible at flirting
earbuds in at all times...even without music
anti-social
PERSONAL SPACE PERSONAL SPACE

anonymity can be a blessing or a curse
as the presence of an online world can show everyone else
another dimension to our being, our personality
one that is hidden away beneath the flaws and challenges of everyday life

sometimes it takes something a little unnatural to let out our inner beast
don't get addicted to the feeling
but rather learn from it
you can learn something from your online ego
you are your own best teacher.

a bright vortex of colors
your eyes are like a kaleidoscope
that can be seen from outer space
a breathtaking view of the beyond

they invite me into your world
the lenses of your glasses do nothing to discourage me from coming in
it may be rude to stare, but it's even worse to do nothing
to pretend as if they do not inspire the wildest of reactions from deep within me

I may be lost inside them, but I don't mind not going home just yet

"you're the tech guy"
but what if I don't wanna be?
what if I want to transcend my role
be the nice one
or
the caring one
or
the one with too much on his mind to say

what if I want to define myself
instead of letting others make that decision for me?

what if I feel completely alienated from this world?
as if I don't follow the same code everyone else does
I don't go through the same experiences as you do
I lack them
tech guys fix computers and ****
I don't do that
actually, I have no idea what i do or what my purpose is
and somehow I doubt ill ever know

all of the stone cold loving of a fossil
a dead fish, a pig in the summer sun
whose only concern is panting out the heat
i am about as romantic as 2 day old bologna
i can express my love for you almost as well
as napoleon can tell us today that he was not in fact, short

that is to say, not at all
mute in more ways that one

i'll never say what i really feel
just can't
the words are transparent, escaping my grasp
the feelings a mystery that even the mystery machine
could not find

i'm sorry that there's no clarity.
so i shall continue walking this path
alone forever.

and it is fine.
the first step is acceptance
i'm already half way therem