The Poetry Marathon

I look for you.
A status on a timeline.
I look for you and your stories.
I search for you among
The masses,
Hoping to find you are well.

I think of you when a picture comes up.
I laugh and reminisce
About when we were in love.

I look for you to find what could have been
And what was are for the best.
Your heart did better with another.

I look for you in a sea of what is a web
To verify,
I made the right choices.
I look for you,
In love.

Tapping keys turn to
Love over time. But is it
Going to last long?

Meeting you was a joy.
A heart, a smile, laughter,
And peace.
Loneliness,
Pushed away,
By you.

You understood my dark
Moments
And sent me joy to
Help me survive.

We weren’t what we could be
But we what we needed to be.

One day, we can be more
But for now, we are memes,
Gifs, videos, and pics.
We are more than the texts and
Calls.
We are vast,
Like the universe.
A mystery.

Cold nights in the dark,
Desert reminds me of the
Beauty of true love.

Danced with the devils,
Sat with some angels,
And I found my soul.

I found my yesterdays,
And my todays,
Possibly my tomorrow.
Filled with joy,
With each of them.

I sang to the moon,
Cried to the trees,
But I lived.
Online,
Offline,
And a mixture of both,
Created my world,
And brought me to my loves.

Ghosts in love. Slowly
Disappear into this fake
Place, filtered and cold.

Breath in once again.
The words are hollow and full
Of Lies. Let them go.

A series of unfortunate events
Turned love
Into
Bitter hate.
Misunderstandings,
And setups.
Create a fire so massive,
Love cannot
Live here
Anymore.

She cries for him,
He moves on from her.
A beautiful tragedy
In life.
Emails are the new paper trail.
Logged in apps
The new PIs.
And all we do
Is search for the
Lies over truth,
Hate over love,
Instead of searching
For the beauty of
Stars
And the moon.
We look for the ugly
In it all.
And she found it,
In twisted truths.

Click the button,
Close out the app,
Swipe through pictures,
And add your profile.
Finding love has become
A crazy thing,
With hearts and
Winks
And being flirty.

Loving him,
Kissing her
Chatting and messaging.
The chaos of
Modern Love.

Apps to talk face to face,
Texts to email
Are all new additions
In the process of courting.

Finding him or
Her
Or them
Isn’t as simple as
Meeting and dating.
Everything
Is amplified
To a thousand.

She locked herself away,
In sadness
Over him.
This never was,
Is a never will be
And her heart broke
A million times
When they spoke his name.

She had this idea,
About him.
This idea
About them together.
But he found another,
And she is left crying
Over updates
And memories.
A life without her.

She curses this woman,
Who stole her love.
Hates their,
Happiness.
She curses a fantasy,
That never was.

A love that was written in her mind,
And sent to her heart.
Love’s lonely fool.