“It’s fine.”

Howdy folks. Got a poem today about what it feels like to date in Gen Z, my own personal generation and hell. I hope you all like it, and maybe I even hope it’ll bring you a little closure in your experiences. Love you. Without further ado…

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“It’s fine.”

Every spoken and unspoken word,

every gentle touch and little kindness,

every metered care and filtered love,

sinks below the line of,

“It’s fine.”

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I felt a cool breeze through the window,

fingers gently pushing through my hair;

it was the first time in a long time,

but the wind changes.

I suppose, “it’s fine.”

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I thought to myself for a moment

that perhaps life was all fine,

that this time it worked in favor of mine.

In the end, I suppose, 

“it’s fine.”

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Never been so wrong before,

never been so cared for,

was I just alone at the end of the world,

searching for a lonely pearl?

Dramatic again, really, “it’s fine.”

~

Every gaze into the depth of your eyes,

the aching of a thousand lies,

I hoped for deeper depth ties

but truth above all,

and in the end, “it’s fine.”

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Broken by the back of a coward,

so many somethings about the first time you cowered,

the first time we showered,

all of it ends in something so dour,

and all I can say is just:

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“It’s fine.”