They tell me loves a game now
And everyones losing.
Talking stages that go nowhere,
Hookups with no morning after,
Just silence ,
Then maybe a meme two weeks later.
How romantic.
They dont date,
They “chill.”
They dont commit,
They ghost.
Apps replaced chance.
And chemistry became checklist:
Hot? Funny? Emotionally available?
Oh, just kidding. The last ones a myth.
Body counts rise while standards lower.
Intimacy got traded for “u up?”
and feelings? Nah, too risky.
Love used to be epic,
Slow-burn, handwritten-letter,
“Meet the parents” type stuff.
Now its,
“Wyd” at midnight
And hoping they dont forget your name
By the next day.
But somehow,
In this dumpster fire of dating,
I found him.
He,
He who sees me like im art,
Not content.
He who asks about my day
And remembers the details.
He who holds my hand
Like its a promise,
Not a phase.
Hes my proof
That real love didnt die
It just got really, really good at hiding.
And damn, im lucky.
Because while everyone else
Was busy settling for
“temporary,”
-Angelica Dsouza
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