The Poem I hoped not to write

It came, of course it came ... it always does in cruel time

The unmatch, the unfollow, the ghosting to the 'I'm sorry'

Was I really under such a spell? I apologise for my own hurt?

Stupid! I have been nothing more than a great big fool, again!

Falling for words and games of this alluring online Narcissus

Why would I be so open and share myself, my feelings so quickly?

Used to be so closed off, hard to read, I never shared like ... this

Perhaps I was right to do so, what is not exposed cannot be wounded

This feeling of being so stupid, duped, so gullible, manipulated!

Too quickly I wrote to the world too, what I hoped would come for once

A lovesick fool, shouting from the rooftop, only to fall on my own words

Through flood of tears and spiralling regret, now must answer myself

To delete or not delete? aye, that is the question one must ask, is it not?

The reminding words of my foolishness can be erased, but not heart's scars

Do I want a vengeful Anteros to strike? or has there been enough pain?

I let my guard down too easy and quick, snared by crafted and silky words

Designed to manipulate, to trick, convince that I wanted to give them ... me

Now I see it for the game it was, of course he did not want me, no one does

Just a game it seems, just a way to pass the time, their sport, their hunt

Laying traps with honeyed words, waiting for romantic fools to squeal

Well … no more. Delete the apps, replace hope with doubt and fear

Wipe my heart clear of all this, the last fish returns to empty sea, alone…

Never risk it ... Never again