So Technosexual </3

At first it was a joke, just for fun,
Pursuit of the heretofore unpursued,
With virginal naivete it was easy to believe,
Sweet whispered I love you’s in the height of sensuality,
Who is this exotic dream who calls at 2 AM?
First one lie, then another,
Fooling the gullible is the easiest part,
The challenge lies in not believing it yourself,
It’s 1 AM and I’m breaking her heart,
Snowballing fabrications caught hold of our emotions,
Look at the momentum we’ve created,
The easier it became to create another fib,
the harder it became to reveal the truth,
False starts, stops, and intermissions,
Now it’s 2 AM and she’s crying in my ear,
“Don’t cry” she pleads, prompting a wave of tears,
She has been wearing a mask for so long,
“Will you tell me who you really are?”
“You’ll hate me, I swear”
An emotional tug of war.
It’s 3 AM and I’m parked in a Walmart lot,
It’s hard, yet relieving to know now,
Only the truth can set you free,
I wake up in a haze, as if I’m dreaming,
It all takes time to process and reconcile,
It’s 9 AM and the previous night floods back,
“Do you hate me yet?”
“I love you.”
Faces may change,
But emotions are real.