trapped me into love.
Now two years after the addiction started
and you wouldn’t satisfy my need
you appear in my tinder feed
like another face in a stream of shallow filters
and poses and selfie smiles
but the narrowing of my veins
and the quickening of my pulse
is a sign that the vulgar convulsions
of emotion reserved for your coldness
had never departed.
I’m so lucky to feel unrequited,
lest we fuck and I realize I never liked you.