Bastion

I want to tell you
that i miss you
but im afraid
of getting an ‘lol’
or just a smiley
or airing like i have not
even said anything
of the sort
I fear of becoming
what i am not
Hard, cold, unfeeling
The rules of love
and affection being rewritten
by unseen hands
Before we know it
it is what it is

Then we start treating
people like robots with
artificial intelligence
with rules and axioms
that only proves that
you get hurt if you care
Insanely selfish motives
hiding behind ‘self-love’
Maybe we need knights
in red capes carrying
heart shaped banners
to ride out on a crusade
for the realness of love
A bastion for the remnants
of what is true and noble
A just cause!

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