You know that moment
when you trip
and begin to fall
and know you’re going
to crash and burn,
but haven’t hit yet?
The moment between
“Oh, crap!”
and “OUCH!”?
Asking someone out
on a date
via email
or instant message
or text,
and then hearing
only silence
is like that:
The moment
just before
the face plant.
“Why don’t you just shoot/
me?” is made much better by/
adding this: “a text”.
If I text you that/
I have a crush on your deep [OR hot]/
genius, does that work?
Guys ask you/
to color your hair;
/dress differently;
/change your style; /
trim your hair; /
act other than you are;/
change your body;/
alter your speech patterns;/
shave and tidy up;/
pose;/
do things that change
your personality/
and alter
who you are./
So, to show them you care./
You sacrifice yourself,/
And who you are./
What they ask
and demand of you,
You do.
I ask you to call,
write,
text;/
To let me hear
from you.
You don’t.
Should each email, text/
or IM get a response?/
Do you say “Hi!” back?
I’ve heard of “OOPS!”:/
Photo-texts not for your eyes./
At least she’s happy