The Heart’s [Failed] Crusade
tactician
that’s what I’d like to think of myself as
someone who watches patterns
reads between the lines
and acts accordingly
the field is scoured
my adversaries are well researched
the table is set—drinks and an appetizer
surely victory will be mine
war is being waged
the digital data field rotates
round and round we go
no meet up set—no date to commence
my opponents made their bed
but I will not lie in it
there will be no bodily unison
not without the discourse of pleasure and compromise
we are divided by a chasm
I watch them fade into the mist
many will not be seen again
most find new solace and conquest
defeat
that’s what I feel most days
someone who sits alone
unable to win the battle of love
swiping right in the dead of night
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