fuckyou
i don't like finding out about you
on yr way out the door
two minutes
to share with the whole world
with a few texted words/26 characters
i'm supposed to get that fucking memo,
the one that was on yr mind that you told me over a
text configuration
technology has done you no good
a self-fulfilling device.
you can't play catch over the radio.
you can't hear love when you masturbate to the sound
of keyboard sounds.
