you’ll see me lurk in the back alleys
of your account, always scrolling
through the nooks and crannies;
discovering at the pace of strolling
i hover, i search, i dig, i trace
something catches my eye,
and i dive in. a name, a face
maybe even something i’d try.
but it goes deeper. i go deeper
to the rawest parts of your heart
exposed on the internet for all peepers
to see, to witness the collision of art:
who you are, what you hated and liked
what stories you weaved, like tapestries:
the “what ifs” and “everything will be fine”,
the rage monsters and the “maybe…”
you retaliate, you won’t give in:
two can play at this trick
and you swear when your finger slips
to play a song from my Spotify playlist