you know you're broken
when jerking off feels like taking out the trash
something dull
routine
necessary but soul-sucking

the orange and black flickers
like the broken streetlight
outside my front door
you used to watch
like a priest at the altar
hungry for something sacred
now it's just static
some half-lit girl moaning through pixels
that remind you of your last failed relationship
blurred
fake
a climax that never really lands

you skip the action
scroll the comments like they're confessions
from a church of the damned

"bigdickhurts69" says he'd ruin her better

"shadowman420" is trying to sell you crypto

"iminsideyou" thinks she's plastic and hollow

and "username85"
quiet
forgotten
just says
"i think love's dead."

and you nod
because tonight
even your hand feels like a stranger