A Facebook related poem, since I've seen so many posts about it

[victoria.v]

There were times when I got upset over things that happened on Facebook, and because I've seen many posts about it, I'd like to share a poem I like reading once in a while

 

Facebook killed the romance of misery

Facebook has killed the romance of misery

And probably even the romance of romance and chivalry.

 

There was a time when people revelled in solitary dramatics,

Writing sad poetry by candle light in creaky old attics.

 

Resting their heads on pillows so tear drenched they would dream of the sea,

As they floated in the salty waters of heart break and misery.

 

History is littered with tales of grand reactions to rejection,

Documented with great beauty by those of a more delicate complexion.

 

Some of the saddest songs and verse were written in times of sorrow,

Or at least when looking back at such times & using the emotions there to borrow.

 

But, THESE DAYS, when your heart has been removed from its rightful place,

You just change your status to “single” followed by “sad face”.

 

What becomes of the broken hearted?

I don’t know but they just “liked” a photo of cat titled “OMG! Who just farted??”

 

When I was a teen dramatic reactions were pretty much a certainty.

If I was really hurting, then that hurt you all would see.

 

Once, after a particularly bad break up, I chose to only wear black.

And as attention seeking as that is, there’s still poetry in that.

 

I’d sit in public VISABLEY miserable and sympathy of strangers? I would grab it.

One not so sympathetic passer by shouted, “Cry me a poem, you ****ing faggot…”.

 

But….. I’D ALREADY WRITTEN THIRTY-ONE! (Despite my lack of faggotry)

And I’d written them to record emotion not for pomp and pageantry.

 

Now I’m more than a little aware that writing sad lines & poorly formed rhymes,

Is really just as indulgent and attention seeking at times,

But at least it’s taking both the time and the effort to, in some way, cloak it!

Behind a layer of fake depth by the person that sat and wrote it.

 

And, before I end this, I’ll also explain facebooks impact on romance to you,

You’ve posted on my wall “I love you my dearest”…and I DO love you too.

 

I simply choose to express it daily in the life that we share TOGETHER, when I see you in the morning, and speak to you on your lunch break, and after work when we share time in each others company enjoying all that we have always bonded over in OUR relationship IN THE REAL WORLD rather than on a website so that others, who have nothing to do with it, can see how loving and sensitive a partner I am (so loving and sensitive, incidentally, that my recommended friends regularly include florists and suppliers of heart shaped cushions) and maybe even some of them will wish they were my partner but they are not as I am in love with you but still its nice to have others aware of how loving an individual I am isn’t it my dear dear dearest?