I Had A Facebook Boyfriend Once . . .

I really did. He was super cute and thousands of miles away in another country. Let’s not get tied down in the details of it – who, when, why, where, how. It was actually just a joke, but I looked forward to talking to (messaging) him nonetheless. I’ve been told that I don’t examine my actions enough. I don’t try to figure out why I do the things I do. Might be true because I have no desire to get into why I would have a fake Facebook boyfriend and why I would imagine marrying him, having his babies, taking on his peculiarities. It’s probably just because I’m in my late 20’s, female, unmarried, and typical. I didn’t want to talk about the pretend Facebook boyfriend so much but I wanted to share a short poem I thought up one day while messaging him:

Of all the people in all the world

And all the men and all the girls

I met you and you met me

Then we were connected instantly

Now we’re friends, maybe one day lovers

I dream of you under my covers

And in my secret places

Discovering my private things

Even my dreams

Even my everything

Corny and singsongy? Very. But sweet I think 🙂

I’m going to write more poetry. At some point, I’m going to get on stage and spit some. I’ll invite you when I do.