In silent parks, they used to meet,
With shy hellos and hearts that beat.
Now, messages replace the whispered words.
Emojis speak where emotions were heard.
A swipe decides if love will grow.
No letters penned, no faces glowing genuine.
Notifications ring like songs —
Replacing bells from simpler times.
They’re talking, but no one truly knows—
Neither friends nor lovers, yet still it grows.
Defined by insecurities and shifting attitudes,
A thin situationship ended in caspering.
They text all night but never meet—
A textlationship: half-sweet, half-cheat.
He breadcrumbs her with hearts and memes.
She benches him—just in reserve.
They circle close, yet worlds away,
They keep orbiting, never saying hi,
Though she lived with him, she paid her share,
It’s living together, light as a feather.
They laughed, they talked, then one went away —
That's ghosting, cold and echoing.
One left, then rose back from the dead—
It’s zombieing, a haunting fling.
Texts come in, calls made, but she’s kept far—
It’s pocketing, love in suppression.
Dreams spun tightly in tangled lies—
That's delusionship, for all singles.
They shower you fast, then fade away.
That’s love bombing — then you’re done.
You fake a face, a life, to catch a heart—
That’s catfishing, love’s dark chase.
They watched each other through a screen,
With different ships sailing to different hearts from one.
Their playlists matched, their texts were fast.
But real connection? Didn’t last.
ARUN KUMAR M
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