Swipe Right

Swipe right if you like what you see
But you don’t really see me
How do you choose one
When you can always pick another
The next best thing is yet to come
With the next swipe
It’s never quite right

Welcome to the world of dreams
Where everyone seems perfect
Make yourself seem like the best version
Funny, smart, well worded
Always searching
But it’s hard to know what you really find
When talking to multiple people at the same time
We move so fast but this process is slow
It takes awhile to get to know
A person

I might have a nice profile
Witty answers
But I’m more than a few pictures
A blurb on an app
So many options
You can’t see my depth
Just a momentary snap
Of what I could be
Projected reality
But it’s not really me

I don’t want to play this game
I just want a real interaction
Quality time, depth, satisfaction
A connection
I don’t want superficial conversation
I’m not fulfilled by
Endless messaging
That doesn’t go anywhere
Don’t meet in person
There’s too many people to care
A waste of my time
What are we even doing on here
Just trying to feel better about ourselves?
Swipe right if you can tell
What you want

We all put up a front
It makes me feel wanted
And we all want to be wanted
But my progress is stunted
The more people I meet
The more I retreat
Into frustration
Everytime
The connection doesn’t going nowhere
Subsides
You vanish into thin air
I decide I don’t care
And delete it
But still I’m aware
That I want partnership
A relationship
And don’t know how to get it
So I resubscribe
And give it another try
Repeat

It’s madly impersonal
This can’t be the only way to meet people
Yet we all get sucked in
But I can’t tell who you are
From an app, social media
Send a like, match to begin
Yet a match means nothing
An illusion, a filter
Lack of depth
A filler of time
I can’t feel chemistry
Through a message
Shallow compliments
Yet when you get bored you resign
We don’t really give each other our time
But we are hoping to find
Something
The one

If the one exists
Perhaps the dating app is fixed
Maybe we’ve all been tricked
You can’t see my value
Even after meeting you
I’m still not sure
Yet the app is making money
Off my uncertainty
Try again
Swipe again
It’s a tease every time
We’ve been reduced to an image
A momentary decision
Of who we want to fuck
Increasing our luck
Everytime we swipe right

Dating has changed so much
The virtual game has just begun
It’s slightly mean
This sorting and swiping machine
Reducing a partner to a probability
The app controls who and what we see
But are we having fun?
The pandemic has made it impossible to talk to anyone
In person
We are no longer flirting
Afraid of hurting
Someone’s feelings
Swipe right if your seeing
Ghosting

Feigned interest
Mediocre at best
I just want some one to talk to
But I feel lost
Swiping through a maze of faces
Looking in all the wrong places


My energy is depleted
For I did not get what I needed
On Tinder, Bumble, Hinge
I Binge
On dating
Still waiting
Impatient

Enchanting disillusionment mixed with hopeful highs
We’re all playing games with each other’s lives
There’s no consolation prize
I’m starting to despise
Dating
Swipe right

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