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Catfish
"So this is you."
Silence fills the air and he just stares at her Defiance in his eyes
As if already accusing
Without uttering a word
This was necessary
He wanted to be treated like a cripple
He wanted her to get disgusted
Wanted her to get angry
Feel deceived so
He could point out her shallow
Expectations of who she spoke to online
She did none of these things
Only peered into him under her false glass rims
Just waiting
Waiting for him to search and see if he could find whatever he was looking for
Why did he lie?
"Shut up," she thought. "You know why. You've lied for a hell of a lot less. For the rotten in you isn't presented outside."
He wasn't gifted with such a deterrent
He was afraid of who would run
He's angry
With every right
For he lives every day
The truth of what we all
Try to ignore with our vanity
Our inherit beauties
In whatever form they come
The physical sense
Of deaths presence...
But he cannot pretend
He faces the truth of human frailty
Cowardice every day
He is living proof that only in tragedy
Not so ever fleeting
As a humbling thing that make geniuses
Of those who realize the setback is a gift
Of sorts...
Standing over him
I decide to sit
Looking down just didn't feel right anymore
Level with him
I just stared and waited
I needed him to talk again
But I would not rush it
He wanted to meet
He knew I would finally see him for who he was
All that he had hidden in a persona so conveniently possible with the infinite possibilities the internet could provide
He was me
I was him
He was just too pissed to see
I think
But I just stared.
"How could you ever understand?"
He asked.
Silence fills the air and he just stares at her Defiance in his eyes
As if already accusing
Without uttering a word
This was necessary
He wanted to be treated like a cripple
He wanted her to get disgusted
Wanted her to get angry
Feel deceived so
He could point out her shallow
Expectations of who she spoke to online
She did none of these things
Only peered into him under her false glass rims
Just waiting
Waiting for him to search and see if he could find whatever he was looking for
Why did he lie?
"Shut up," she thought. "You know why. You've lied for a hell of a lot less. For the rotten in you isn't presented outside."
He wasn't gifted with such a deterrent
He was afraid of who would run
He's angry
With every right
For he lives every day
The truth of what we all
Try to ignore with our vanity
Our inherit beauties
In whatever form they come
The physical sense
Of deaths presence...
But he cannot pretend
He faces the truth of human frailty
Cowardice every day
He is living proof that only in tragedy
Not so ever fleeting
As a humbling thing that make geniuses
Of those who realize the setback is a gift
Of sorts...
Standing over him
I decide to sit
Looking down just didn't feel right anymore
Level with him
I just stared and waited
I needed him to talk again
But I would not rush it
He wanted to meet
He knew I would finally see him for who he was
All that he had hidden in a persona so conveniently possible with the infinite possibilities the internet could provide
He was me
I was him
He was just too pissed to see
I think
But I just stared.
"How could you ever understand?"
He asked.
Published 3rd Aug 2021
Author's Note
A different approach to the subject of catfishing. Not all catfishes are mal-intended. Not to say, don't be careful, but still. People lie for reasons they find necessary, hiding what should be shown even if pain is the result. I condemn the cowardice of lying, but in time, if truth is to be spent from the receiving party, one should consider why they have decieved. If the perpetuation of that lie continues despite efforts, go. I do not judge those who back away from the challenge. I only mourn for those not able to fuck a frame of mind rather than the body they so desperately hope will be cut and perfect forever. Guess what. Everyone ages, some get maimed, some are ugly as fuck from the beginning. But you can be with Adonis all you want. If he can't see you, what's the point?
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Nice narrative. I would try to incorporate some more commas where you can though. Line breaks alone are limited in how much inflection they can give a thought or statement and I found myself stumbling in several places where the lines broke.
Honestly? I don't know where. I rework poems I feel started right, had the right intentions and such, for people struggling under me. I wouldn't be averse to the idea of you adding the commas to show me what you mean. Thanks and message me the deats if you stand by your comment. It's a challenge but im listening and am willing to revise with advice. Got anything specific?
(In a message, or in public.. not so generally put)
Thanks.
(In a message, or in public.. not so generally put)
Thanks.
3rd Aug 2021 9:44am
3rd Aug 2021 3:44pm
27th Aug 2021 5:39am
This is so pertinent to our modern times, and psychologically profound with keen personal insights/wisdom. You are awesome.
13th Sep 2021 1:47am
It's easier to see others for who they are when you know exactly who you are. Everyone's a little rotten and some are a lot. I think the more dark that's within gives way for more capacity to see light in others no matter how they present. Weird ass concept but there you go.
13th Sep 2021 12:30pm
15th Sep 2021 11:40pm
Lol I think you just like to make me uncomfortable. Hopefully wisdom will be like hindsight; found on my death bed :)
