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my lover stays lanes apart but it feels like continents once he stops
replying on whatsapp: he has checked my story on instagram but
one of these days, social media
will be the death of me. my lover shows up on my door unannounced,
two different flavours of doughnuts in his
hand,
he knows i have been crying. they'd taste better if they weren't so soggy,
but i have enough filters on my phone to
make them look pretty, my friends would be jealous,
favourite desserts from half-closed, overpriced airport shops,
a hundred cities away. my lover holds my hand
A hasn't called me back he says, their boyfriends do not get them their and kisses my neck,
i wish there was a song by the 1975
playing in the background, but instagram music isn't supported in my region.
i haven't seen him in eight days, it's funny when i write it down
because i was sure it was a millennium, we yearn for skin, touch, smell, but let me quickly take a photograph,
make him look like he's not looking, our love can go stale,
but my social media needs to keep its aesthetic game strong.
two boomerangs,
seven filters,
and one kissing selfie later,
we explode.
without words, without music. i feel like it's my first kiss again. this is how it must have felt to be in love
a thousand years ago.
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