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Confessions of Tinderella

Confessions of Tinderella

Iā€™ll just be honest and write whatever comes in to my head,
Airing my dirty laundry like Tracy Eminā€™s ā€˜Bedā€™
I donā€™t care about stanzas or verses
Iā€™ll just offload my metaphoric hearses;
Right now Iā€™m not bothered about grammar or being a good speller,
For these are the confessions of a fed up Tinderella .

Ā 

Alex Taylor is where weā€™ll start,
Tall, dark and handsome; witty and smart,
Turns out his name was Gareth.
See Gareth had a family and was a member of the church,
Whoā€™d have thought a God believer could be capable of hurt?
To end his double life, I confessed to his shocked wife,
Yet theyā€™re still together and his sins are repented
Iā€™m amazed that faith has restored them, just me thatā€™s left to be mended.

Ā 

That takes us to school teacher Ben, I was quite a fan.
It was going well until he grabbed me and pushed me up against the van.
The date was great, I saw big potential
But he was after one thing that was evidential.
ā€œWhy do girls always act like this when they get kissedā€ is what you said,
As if you couldnā€™t get the conceptĀ of consent into your head.
Ā 

Letā€™s not forget a shout out to the guy who was a gent,
A fancy meal and quite the chat until the pics he sent,
Am I an awful person for letting his hobby come between us?
Heā€™d photographed the Marvel costumes that heā€™d made his penis.

I should probably share the story of a handsome man called KieranĀ 
We talked on the phone for hours,
A true match made on Tinder.
Until Kieran confessed to being Kevin
And Kevin was a ginger.
Although Kieran wasnā€™t real, the man behind the voice was true,
I just couldnā€™t forgive the trickery and wondered what else he pretended
tooĀ 

Ā 

I need to mention ā€œToby Dealsā€ another tinder gloomer .
Proper fit but not shy about the fact he was a groomer.
ā€œCome work for me and sell your body, you can get rich over nightā€
Ā ..quickly turned to death threats and it gave me quite the fright
did you really think Iā€™d let you pay me to get physically attacked?
Thankfully the police agreed that you were really quite the catchĀ 
Ā 

That brings me to my biggest wound,Ā 
The one that canā€™t seem to heal.
A narcissist called J.Massen and his inability to feel
He preys on the vulnerable and grinds down the fighters,Ā 
manipulates the good ones as his control over them tightens.
No empathy or sorrow just self pity and wallows.
You may have played us girls against each other but now we stand togetherĀ 
No manipulation or coercion could make us believe in your ā€œforeverā€s.

Ā 

So Tinder, you suck.
Infact all of the dating apps do.Ā 
Iā€™ve never felt so naive, stupid and deceived until I started using you.
So Iā€™m no longer searching, looking and swiping for love
They say that love will find me when I stop and finally, now,
Iā€™ve had enough.

Ā 

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Marion

Ha...am I sending a little anger herešŸ˜†
good for you...let it all out Nicola!! x

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Being Me

Go Nicola!!Ā  This is brilliant, although I am sorry you had to deal with all those idiots. I met a few when I tried online dating ...which is why I leave well alone now. Great poem. āš˜xĀ 
p.sĀ  Ā I will never be able to look at Marvel the same again...those images šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£

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