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Dead internet romance glowing through cracked phone screens at 3 AM
Blue light washing over my face like artificial moonlight inside a collapsing kingdom
She sent heart emojis while another motherfucker traced circles on her thigh in real life
And I still believed digital affection could resurrect something holy
Bitch we fell in love through typing indicators and disappearing messages
Our intimacy lived between screenshots and unsent confessions
Every goodnight text sounded sweeter because distance edits reality beautifully
Like stained glass hiding how ugly the church looks from outside
I memorized her online habits like sacred rituals
The exact hour she reposted sad songs
The way her captions shifted darker after midnight
The way silence replaced punctuation whenever another man entered the picture
Motherfucker I became addicted to notifications
Every vibration feeling like dopamine wrapped in false prophecy
Every selfie she sent becoming scripture inside my lonely ass mind
Every voice note replayed until her breathing sounded stitched into my bloodstream
She called me angel while lying comfortably beside demons
Said I understand you better than anybody
Then vanished for hours leaving my paranoia pacing circles through dim apartments
I stared at that little green online symbol like it controlled my entire nervous system
Dead internet romance
Two damaged souls kissing through algorithms and surveillance
Trying to replace physical warmth with curated vulnerability
Trying to make pixels feel like destiny
Her body existed mostly through photographs
Mirror pics with black lace and tired eyes
Lipstick smeared like crime scenes across half smiling mouths
Comments full of thirsty motherfuckers pretending lust equals admiration
And I hated them all
Every dickhead reacting too fast
Every fake poet writing compliments beneath her posts
Every stranger touching fragments of the woman I treated like scripture
Fuck jealousy turns ugly in digital spaces
No screaming
No broken plates
Just obsessive refreshing and overthinking until your soul sounds like fluorescent buzzing
Just imagining betrayal through invisible timelines and hidden conversations
Sometimes she’d call me while rain hit her window softly
Voice low and exhausted as prayer after tragedy
She’d tell me about childhood wounds wrapped beneath makeup and sarcasm
And for a moment I forgot we were strangers connected by satellites and loneliness
I told her things nobody else knew
About panic attacks in supermarket aisles
About crying silently so family members wouldn’t hear through thin walls
About feeling spiritually homeless even inside crowded rooms
She listened like confession booths listen
Quietly
Patiently
Dangerously intimate
Then one night she disappeared completely
No reply
No story uploads
No last seen
Nothing but static where affection used to breathe
My chest collapsed inward like abandoned cathedrals
I kept rereading old conversations searching for hidden warnings
Like theologians dissecting ancient scripture for signs of apocalypse
Like grief could somehow be solved through obsessive analysis
Three days later she returned casually
Talking about needing space and emotional exhaustion
Meanwhile I had already attended funerals in my imagination
Already buried us beneath playlists and nicotine stained memories
That’s the sickness of internet love
You mourn people who never fully existed
You fall for edited fragments and midnight honesty
You build entire universes from selective vulnerability and attractive sadness
Bitch she once told me I felt safer than religion
That line still echoes through my skull during sleepless nights
Because I knew she didn’t mean faith
She meant distraction
She meant temporary shelter from her own internal wars
We were two ghosts trying to haunt each other permanently
Two addicts injecting validation straight into emotional veins
Two lonely motherfuckers calling trauma compatibility because it sounded more romantic
I sent her songs instead of therapy
She sent me pictures instead of truth
And somewhere between all those glowing screens and late night confessions
We mistook mutual damage for divine connection
Now my phone feels haunted
Every notification carrying traces of her absence
Every playlist sounding infected with unfinished conversations
Every silence heavier than wet cemetery soil
Dead internet romance
The modern way to bleed slowly
No touch
No closure
Just memories preserved forever in servers colder than outer space
And somewhere tonight
She’s probably lying beside another lonely soul
Phone charging near the bed
Typing beautiful lies with perfect lighting
While I sit here
Still refreshing ghosts like a faithful disciple waiting for resurrection that already missed its chance
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