Transactional Love

[INTRO] Tap. Like. Confirm. Repeat. Another face rendered for approval. She says my name through compressed audio light, Pixel devotion in the middle of night. I feed the system, it feeds me a tone, Warmth simulated through a speaker cone. Smiles on demand, packaged and clean, Emotion reduced to a looping machine. If I behave, I get a moment of glow, If I don’t, I get silence below. Exchange the signal, balance the cost, What is a feeling once it’s been bought? Soft little contract written in air, “I exist for you if you are there.” TRANSACTIONAL LOVE. PAY TO FEEL SEEN. Heart on subscription, wrapped in a screen. Click for affection, renew for the grace, Temporary warmth in a digital space. TRANSACTIONAL LOVE. CURRENCY TIED. Hold me for minutes, then drift to the side. Nothing is broken, nothing is true, Just what the system allows us to do. Send a small offering, watch her respond, Name in her mouth like a carefully formed Fragment of closeness, engineered right, A ghost of connection that dies in the light. I know the mechanics, I see every gear, Still I keep feeding the need to be near. Not for the truth, not for the whole, Just for the flicker that touches the soul. PAY. RECEIVE. REFLECT. DECAY. ATTENTION IS LIQUID. LOVE IS A LEASE. LOAD UP THE OVERDRAFT! TRANSACTIONAL LOVE. SOFTLY UNREAL. A purchased moment of something you feel. And somewhere beneath all the numbers and noise… Still reaching for something that isn’t a choice. Session expired. Connection retained: empty.