By Brittany M.
When your screen goes black,
I know you’re being coy with me,
Trying to bring a semblance of
Mystery back into our relationship.
And when you won’t shut off
I know you just can’t stand
To part with my sexy face.
Am I right?
When your keyboard buttons
Stick just long enough for
Mmmm and llll to be typed,
I know you’re speaking to me,
Either in Morse code or cyphers,
But I always delete them before you
Can finish your message.
I’m sure you load my webpage
At a snail’s pace because you
Want some intimate time
Before I zone out on Facebook.
You complain I never spend time
With you anymore, you’re afraid
I’ll find someone new, but you don’t
Care that I feel suffocated by your
Inability to maintain three tabs
On the browser without crashing.
Honestly, I’m afraid of losing all
Of my data, losing all of the hard work
I’ve put into you. I know one day
You’ll crash and ruin everything
Between us just out of spite.
So I’ve decided to put control
Back into my own hands,
Take the reins of my destiny
And go with the new model,
The one down the street with
The Pentium i7 processor.
Like look at that svelte lightweight
I can show her off to my friends.
One out of pity.