Same Messages, Different Messengers

A poem about online dating

Each new friend I make online

I wonder if I can make her mine

I wonder if this will be the one

This I think until suddenly it’s done

Boom! Gone forever and ever

Will I get a reason why? Nope, never. Never.

Each one that vanishes makes me sad

I used to but now I don’t really get mad

But I know that if I just wait a bit more

I’ll get another message for sure

I know I’ll fall for the same tricks again

Yes! This time it’s really it, but then

One day those text messages stop

Bam! My number she’ll just drop

She says it’s only because of this or that

You’re too old, too young, too skinny, too fat

I’m sad for a day or two

I’m really down and feeling blue

It never lasts though, it doesn’t linger

I open up the app and swipe with my finger

Hey, new singles are in my area

Maybe one of you I’ll marry... yeah

I suspend my pain and disbelief

Maybe one of you will give me relief

Each new girl doesn’t really seem new.

There is a new user but there are few

Differences. They blend together with ease.

Different senders but still the same ABC’s.

The letters I see are in a different order.

But the pixels all look the same in the border

Of the screen, in the app, on my phone

The skill of flirting is impossible to hone

When each new girl I seek is always so mean

How can it hurt? She’s just an image on my screen

Maybe one day I’ll be able to get down on one knee

After all, as they say, there are Plenty of Fish in the sea