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A continuous cycle 
I’m in denial 
I base my self worth on my profile 
And the likes I receive and the messages I get.
I think I finally found a way to forget-
You.
This is new to me
I confuse attention with intention 
How many tears must I shed before I learn my lesson?
No longer trying to make a lasting impression 
You know why I’m here..
I made it clear.
Fuck, I don’t even know your last name- what’s it again? 
I’m drunk in someone’s back seat, it’s 4am

Come home my love …
                                                - Michaela Foster, artist

A note from the author: My poem is about my online dating experience after my breakup. I was using hookups as a distraction from the pain I was feeling at the time, and Tinder became a way to essentially run from the heartbreak I was feeling. I started basing my self worth on the messages and likes I would get- I wasn’t used to this attention. I was putting myself in unsafe situations- I completely lost myself during this period of my life.

Disclaimer: In case of some sort of surprise legal issue yes that is Tinder red BUT I do not claim rights to anything, just wanted to make a cool featured photo 🙂