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Jun 2020
๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

after all
the late night talks
and spilled juicy secrets
the virtual kisses
and fake promises
shared by lonely and
loveless strangers,
is that all?
that was it?
what went wrong?
just like that,
you don't talk anymore.
does it hurt?
does it sting?
or immune you became.

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

in this era and time,
love is one click away
faking affection
till you make it,
from falling in love
to being dumped,
to tales of virtual
romantic liaisons
and online trysts
is new normal
and oh so familiar
like good ol clichรฉ.

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

speechless?
shocked?
feeling betrayed?
ok,breathe and cry a little
then mourn for your plastic love,
do not expect something that
started with a poke and a wave
to last a lifetime
up to the grave.

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

everything
seems disposable
the ugly truth is
seldom exposed
often faked and filtered,
hidden behind layers
of limited-edition masks
designed to please
the love-starved.

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

one statement
one killer line
one wrong move
the game is over
before it begun.

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป

-epl๐ŸŒป
Inspired by a deleted group chat.
Written by
Irleenda
745
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