To be perfectly honest: I do not have a poem. It is three in the morning, and I have been walking in the rain (not nearly as depressing as it sounds...actually it was a really nice night with friends) for the past two hours. However, even if today is today and not yesterday, this is going to be yesterday's update. I will now spend the next five minutes writing what is sure to be a pretty poor attempt at a poem, and then I am going to go to bed.
Also I must remember to take my contacts out.
............
In the age of technology
where cellphones have more functions
than my eleventh grade math text
it is ridiculous that our relationship
did not come with a reset button.
The memory on my mac can be deleted
with the touch of a key
but the touch of your hand
is unforgettable
and that is frankly
unacceptable.
I want to unravel
this person I've become
to uncover
who I was
but how?
I didn't back my soul
on a memory stick
save my personality
on a portable CD.
What I had was fragile
What I have is damaged
and what worries me most
is maybe
I am programed to make the same mistakes
again...
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Past relationships usually suck...lover or nay.
It's pretty swank, could have sworn you'd worked on it for days.
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