I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by the hookup culture,

Recklessly running rampage, crushing campuses and cities and youth,
No feelings, no dates, no nothing just 2am texts
“come 2 my room now”
Who famished the florists who have no use now,
Who sit and stare, cry and tear petals from the flowers that used to dance on dates,
“he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not” Not
Who drown the traveling theatres, eliminate the first dates,
Who crush the delicate anxious wings of butterflies that engulf them,
So beautiful thinking and bewitching hoping cease to exist,
Who’s severing smiles swerve and slice
the room spinning and splitting,
shots and smiles, shots and smiles,
Who prance proudly home, prince charming for tonight?
Who stuff their swollen feet into sad slippers that can’t fit
Shattering the glass into splinters that puncture the prince,
Who doubt, deny, reject, repel, discount and despise to feel
Anything but the finite physical force of gone drunken nights
Who believe the blind and embark on their path
they see their imaginary scam, trusting its stability but
Existing, experiencing, encountering cannot be permitted outside the human realm,
Where deep and hidden, through the fog, it stands restless and unsatisfied
Who seeks to surface, and breathe, but is suffocated and disguised with something new each lonely night
Who force famed friendships to the guillotine with smiles and lies
“Friends with benefits” for five fateful nights then
Gone is the careful considered seedling nurtured from the start
Stripped down, stark naked and cut prematurely, then left to shrivel alone
No reverse or rewind, just dead flowers coating the roads between dorms and bars
Who wore an ambiguous mask of ecstasy and joy,
Living and lying in fear that someday it might fall,
Plummet to the depths, crack and crumble to reveal a barren, broken soul
Who screams and weeps at the sun when it rises,
Tears streaming and shining, gleaming in the light that illuminates the pain
Gasping for warmth before globing glue on the holes,
And gaps to reassemble their disguise before night fall where they embark again with a smile