Overdrafted

Swipe.

I chose to go shopping again.

Fingers craving diamond rings that symbolize commitment everlasting.

I had told myself no more ties and suspendered accessories that hold up and enhance your ability to keep lusting.

No more clothing that seems at the seams is busting.

No.

One size does not fit all.

But still my heart chose to take a trip to the mall to look for my..."new".

Shopping for beautiful smiles and gorgeous eyes with lips that can beautifully whisper masterpieces of symphonies in my ears.

Shopping for fingertips to caress, writing out stanzas of poetry, connecting the dots on skin, illuminating the distance that it would take to please and touch me...

Mentally.

But I bought into eyes that were inflamed with simply a lust for me.

That had no means of hope for me.

No grounds for stability.

Just instant gratification that didn't leave me gratified or satisfied, just disgusted, hollowed and emptied.

I purchased lips sharing shallow conversation.

No musical melodies.

No poems.

No symphonies.

Nothing substantial or deep.

And I bought hands that wouldn't open or hold doors.

Hands that couldn't turn glass ceilings into tap dancing floors.

No picked flowers.

No sweet smelling flowers.

I bought shoes that weren't made to fit me.

Walking a path that was never a good look to me, but I never stopped to think.

No.

I just swiped.

Heart.

Swiped.

Body.

Swiped.

Soul.

Swiped.

Swiped through the machines. 

Making rapid deductions from what I have to give.

Love budget diminished by swiping aimlesslsly.

Living my life emotionally retarded and ignorantly.

I wrote checks I could no longer cash and for each ignorant swipe I was left paying these high ass overdraft fees.

Overdrafted.