scrolling through your soulless feed
on your savvy, shiny smart screens
just like all those other teens
with their hearts, all bruised and bloodied
strolling to what my heart needs
which is laughter and joy
and warmth unobtainable from a toy
and friends that don’t turn like tumbleweeds.
Where are the days when hearts
meant love and not just ‘like’?:
we double-tap a pic and hearts jump
around – but do you really ‘love’ it?
(You probably didn’t even read the caption)
you may have a thousand friends –
they can all be reduced to 1’s and 0’s
and, to you, that’s all most of them
will ever really be.
I make my friends with tea and coffee
and a heart that doesn’t just ‘like’