easy to fake it

it becomes increasingly easy to fake things,

happiness and excitement,

sadness and discomfort,

the pleasure of sex,

I mean I myself have you all fooled

because I’m no poet

I’m just a girl who uses fancy vocabulary once in a while

and writes on a lonely blog

where all my monologues have sentences

where I’ve just hit enter a lot;

because after a certain number of times,

hitting enter

makes

anything look

like a poem.