I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,
until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.
But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;
forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing such soft melodies.
And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,
until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.
But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;
forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing such soft melodies.
And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
a poem about the addictive nature of social media