Love feels so plural now—
everyone adding their own noun,
giving it any verb that fits the moment.
Give it a title, call it “vibing,”
or call it “just figuring things out” —
wrap it all in quotation marks
to avoid saying anything real.
Add a little syntax, then sprinkle commas
everywhere to list the endless reasons
you “can’t commit right now.”
_______________
Leave a space between yourselves,
an underscore _ for the distance you'll
say you need “to work on yourself.”
Then comes the dash — that sudden break —
the clean cut in the middle of the sentence:
we need a break — as if punctuation could
soften disappearing.
Then use an exclamation mark for all
of the promises you never meant to keep,
loud declarations that echo empty as soon
as you reread them.
_______________
And finally, end it all with
“I love you?” — a question mark curling
around doubt, around convenience,
around the half-truth of modern affection.
That’s pretty much today’s lov —
missing the “e,” because even love feels
incomplet...
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
Love feels so plural now—
everyone adding their own noun,
giving it any verb that fits the moment.
Give it a title, call it “vibing,”
or call it “just figuring things out” —
wrap it all in quotation marks
to avoid saying anything real.
Add a little syntax, then sprinkle commas
everywhere to list the endless reasons
you “can’t commit right now.”
_______________
Leave a space between yourselves,
an underscore _ for the distance you'll
say you need “to work on yourself.”
Then comes the dash — that sudden break —
the clean cut in the middle of the sentence:
we need a break — as if punctuation could
soften disappearing.
Then use an exclamation mark for all
of the promises you never meant to keep,
loud declarations that echo empty as soon
as you reread them.
_______________
And finally, end it all with
“I love you?” — a question mark curling
around doubt, around convenience,
around the half-truth of modern affection.
That’s pretty much today’s lov —
missing the “e,” because even love feels
incomplet...
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