For all my Tinder matches and superlikes

Poem about Tinder

I didn’t know what I want until I saw
your bare-chested selfies at the gym
or your bare-assed pictures on the beach
and your one-liner
that made me swipe right

Not that I needed much convincing anyway
As long as you have more than one picture
and your loc is less than 10 km
I would just swipe right, right, right

Yes, we sometimes matched
but then you didn’t even bother texting me
or replying to my text

Or we texted
but we could barely hold a conversation
and then it stopped
after I told you we should meet up

Or we texted
and then we sexted
and then we sexted
and then we sexted
and then we sexted some more

Right after I told you we should catch up irl,
poof
You’re gone
M. I. A.

Well F you
F you and your F heartedness
I shouldn’t have wasted my time on you
I should’ve been swiping right
trying to find the next Mr. Right