When we met, you seemed quite meek
Requested your number so we could speak
Messaged each other nonstop the first week
But that early promise soon turned bleak
First, I noticed your replies become weak
Then you started hiding for me to seek
Such treatment is audacity at its peak
Under your makeup lays barefaced cheek
Why do you leave my messages on “seen”?
Stop the act, you know exactly what I mean
You even talked dirty, you sounded keen
Something then changed so just come clean
Because this isn’t how it was like before
Conversing with you wasn’t such a chore
How come you aren’t interested anymore?
Tell me so I can at least know the score
That’s the nature of modern interaction
Cold hearts have placed feelings under ration
Chemistry fizzes away with little reaction
As possibilities often end in dissatisfaction
K.G. says…
I was a bit surprised at just how many of my readers that related to this on an emotionally frustrating level. It’s quite amusing and poignant at the same time. The state of us millennials, eh?
I could go on
for hours upon hoursabout what I think are the reasons behind this phenomenon but I’m sure we all have our theories. Just like we all (or at least most of us) have experienced this type of wasted time. Anyway it happens *shrugs* so as Jay Z and the Foo Fighters both (repeatedly) said… on to the next one!
Kwame Ghold 