it's as simple as you make it
or as complicated as you need
verbs and adjectives collide
into an information stream
perfection in a photograph
that I saw while scrolling down
wishing our love was just like that
with a hashtag that's profound

i want to remember
exactly what you looked like
the day i first met you

i want to remember
the way you said my name
and tapped your fingers
on the table
because you were nervous

i want to remember
the way you walked
and the way you ordered
your coffee

i want to remember
the shirt you wore
and the way
you did your hair

i want to remember
it all;
every little piece of you

whenever i go online shopping,
no matter if it's
high end, low end, or in between,
i would always sort the items
from low to high.
not only because it's a safe way to shop
and that it makes me look like
i take budgeting seriously,
but that's the only thing i can afford.

talk about me,
a high middle class kid that tries
DESPERATELY
to not spend so much on
the things he wants
rather than the things he needs
while still unemployed
and in college
as well as getting many allowances from his parents.
you are COMPLETELY allowed to say
that i am spoiled,
i understand and am aware of that.

as i scroll down and observe
the price tags slowly rising up,
$10, $15, $29.99, $49.99, $79.99,
until it hits $3,000,
i not only thought,
"how do you think that
it was a good idea to make that
simple, plain jacket
in such a high price?"
but i also had to admit that
i really did wanted that jacket
since i thought it looked cute.

the problem with that is:
most of the stuff i wish i have
in my wardrobe,
they would all usually be so expensive,
especially since most of the stuff
i want to have is from
high end streetwear brands.

i would see almost every celebrity
wear my future wardrobe,
all looking so confident,
trendy,
iconic,
stylish.

oh, how i wish to be like them, sometimes.
how i wish to be rich.
how i wish to not worry about saving money.
how i wish to just show off iconic outfits
from amazing high end brands.
how i wish to have what i always wanted.

i know i should be content
with what i have.
i mean there always will be
other solutions to wear something
inspired by designer clothes
i've dreamed to have.

but ****, would i look good in that
$3,000 jacket.

She asked her question,
He thought about his answer
What took him so time
She began to wonder.

The three magical words was his true and correct reply,
Those three words which would make any young girl's heart fly.

But flight was taken by that timid creature who didn't wanted to be committed
So for a long time on her phone screen was the word 'Typing.....' sighted.

Finally "NO" was the answer,
Sad and depressed was her face;
This was the obvious result.
But not the first online break-up case.

A thousand strangers go before me
Their bad jokes and worse haircuts linger
In my online shadow, that twenty-first century history
That is etched for every one of us.

The species has always been able to forget
It is what keeps us alive, and subsequently kills us
So why is it we can forget the past's atrocitites
But not my Year 9 obsession with Japanese cartography?

Ding!
I check my phone and read your message.
Voop! Ding! Voop! Voop!
Notifications. Messages. Pixels.
Love affairs reduced to texts.
Reduced to 1’s and 0’s.
Reduced to almost Nothing Real.
No expressions, just emojis.
No touches, just "I wish I could"
No eye contact, just imagine it.
Assume every trace of me that you don't see.
Just, please, fill in the gaps.
Fill in everything you don't know
With everything you wish I was.
I'll grow your ego, and you'll grow mine.
Better than a dream, you said.
But probably as real.