the war of the app

They pointed out to the lands

that one day I will find a man.

But since that in-depth chat

the talent's run dry on the dating apps.

I have come to the conclusion,

that there might be some confusion,

that he no longer exists.

Weaponed up in the fields,

as I push pass with my shield.

The enemies are hot and spicy

but find ways to not like me.

I don't fit into their cliques

or rated as a hot pick.

Is there anyone who could assist?

The phone is like my protector

to assist, like a lightsaber.

Swipe left, swipe right,

to find me that special guy.

Nothing seems to work these days,

as I walk through this maze.

How do I make of this?

Bullets run dry as I swipe

Not sure if I'll recover from the fight

But still, I hold steady and pursue

and then I find you.

Mister in distress in line of sight

"What's your plans for tonight?"

Potential guy for a goodnight kiss?

There is progress in the conversation,

finding ways to build foundations.

As I find ways to pilot this course,

pondering over what if thoughts.

I don't want him thinking that I am weird,

but I think ship has arrived here,

and that opportunity is now missed.