I can feel your skin slithering beneath your shirt.
Your discomfort is concerning
And the verbiage is the opposite of alluring
I spot you in the distance and realize it's a mistake
You shorter than I imagined.
I take note to forgive myself later
For swift judgement of my hater
The defenses I put up to protect my hearts disrupt.
Who am I to X-ray your being from your skin layer?
Because I'm programmed
Alexa, que death cab, I'm going to need to cry after this.
But my initial gut is usually right
Cause I read souls
I see all the holes
The conversation lacks
Any sort of tact
Nothing is pre-thought
Feels store bought.
Pre-packaged love, it's the new age way to do it
Swipe, bang, gone
It all feels so wrong
But it's somebodies right
Cause they don't have time to fight
For the real thing
The damn you make my heart ring
Are you the lazy kind of lover?
The guy who puts himself above her
This girl ain't got time for maybes
I don't want millennial rabies
The rampant disease of entitlement
Lack of love syndrome because you can't think over your phone.
How can you feel when you hide your Achilles heel?
From the world. Vulnerability can right and unite us.
Brooding behind the closed doors of our minds will not be kind.
The image reflected or the alt fact of what you want people to see.
Don't abide to what society tells us is ok.
Fitting a mold.
So you can grow old and die a filtered illusion.
Because the truth is wildly unpopular.
No it doesn't take Doplar
To predict the weather in your heart.
It takes a start.
Let's take down the facade and stop running from our god.
Not the god of our grandmothers, but the internal compass of our guts.
We know what's right, lets continue the fight. Of love. Within and without.
How do you preach love when you don't pause before you swipe right.
How do you preach acceptance when you don't accept yourself.
Enough with the instant.
We need to unravel the dopamine center to taper down the drama drip we need to feel anything at all.
Chasing the highs fuels the fear of not having it all.
Let's not feed fear: let's get clear.
I want the real you, unfiltered
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