January 12, 2017

Generation Disconnected. {Poem}

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An entire generation
scared of real connection,
running from love
with every swipe left,
left alone—
does it even matter anymore?
We care more about how many men have been inside her
than how many hearts she has made a home inside of;
and how many
have foolishly
taken her heart into their hands
and dropped it on its head.
And how many times
she picked up the tiny pieces,
put them back together
and let light back in,
and let love back in
through the cracks.
We crave connection:
1,000 friends
yet zero hearts
within reach.
Zero humans
we can touch through
fingertips on collarbones,
kisses on necks
and words whispered
from mouths to earlobes.
This entire generation
we are more social
yet less sociable.
We choose competition
over community,
over families,
over work that makes our hearts roar.
How can one generation
actively choose
and continue
to break their own hearts
like this?
We filter our lives
and tune up our faces,
yet leave our hearts untended
and let people f*ck us,
that it was once called
making love.



Author: Annabelle Blythe

Image: Courtesy of author

Editor: Nicole Cameron

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