Design Flaws

I feel like an instaslut,

craving that momentary

facade of love.

An introverted attention

whore

hiding shamefully behind

my unemotional closet door,

where my heart is dying

for a quick fix,

all you have to do is click

and for awhile

I won't be so hopesick.

Need to find a connection

as disgust fights

with my desperation.

I halfway pause,

holding still,

watching for

the confirmation,

that I can continue

my life again,

in this world that insists upon

the constant spoils

of self gratification.