A dedication to my potentially lost mobile carrier lover
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I lost my marbles
saw them scatter all over the fecking floor
Raging I was
Raging and destroying an inanimate object
as if in itself it contained any power or threat.
I used to laugh at people who romanced through mobile phones
Texting back and forth,
Beep beep!
“Then he said this and I texted him back this.”
Used to smile smugly and think,
“Fucking idiots, why don’t you just talk?”
But that’s because I forgot how powerful words can be
Only thought them truly powerful if they were set in a poem
Or prose, or spoken through tender lips,
the languages of Love.
But I was wrong.
Those stupid beep beeps are like little arrows
a little flame attached to each
moving straight into my heart
warming and flaming the fire.
I’ve even stopped minding that he uses too many abbreviations
“Wen can I c u” had me cringing at first
How could I be lusting after someone who refuses to spell properly!
But then I realised the static words within them couldn’t warm me
Not like he does
Even if I set fire to the lot of them and crouched close by
It just couldn’t compare.
Beep beep.
The problem with beep beeps is that they’re just too instant
Like making love into instant soup
All modern communication is a difficulty for the lover
But then again, I know, even if I was living in a hundred years ago
I’d pen a letter and send it off just as quickly
Then sit and stew for six months while it was carried by boat and donkey
And wish I could delete it!
You never realize just how hungry you’ve been
until someone shows you real food.
So long surviving on just bread and water
It sure keeps you alive, but the minerals you know, they’re lacking J
At the first sign of a let down
I lost my marbles.
Told logic to feck off.
And worst of all
I’ve smashed my mobile phone!
saw them scatter all over the fecking floor
Raging I was
Raging and destroying an inanimate object
as if in itself it contained any power or threat.
I used to laugh at people who romanced through mobile phones
Texting back and forth,
Beep beep!
“Then he said this and I texted him back this.”
Used to smile smugly and think,
“Fucking idiots, why don’t you just talk?”
But that’s because I forgot how powerful words can be
Only thought them truly powerful if they were set in a poem
Or prose, or spoken through tender lips,
the languages of Love.
But I was wrong.
Those stupid beep beeps are like little arrows
a little flame attached to each
moving straight into my heart
warming and flaming the fire.
I’ve even stopped minding that he uses too many abbreviations
“Wen can I c u” had me cringing at first
How could I be lusting after someone who refuses to spell properly!
But then I realised the static words within them couldn’t warm me
Not like he does
Even if I set fire to the lot of them and crouched close by
It just couldn’t compare.
Beep beep.
The problem with beep beeps is that they’re just too instant
Like making love into instant soup
All modern communication is a difficulty for the lover
But then again, I know, even if I was living in a hundred years ago
I’d pen a letter and send it off just as quickly
Then sit and stew for six months while it was carried by boat and donkey
And wish I could delete it!
You never realize just how hungry you’ve been
until someone shows you real food.
So long surviving on just bread and water
It sure keeps you alive, but the minerals you know, they’re lacking J
At the first sign of a let down
I lost my marbles.
Told logic to feck off.
And worst of all
I’ve smashed my mobile phone!
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saw them scatter all over the fecking floor
Raging I was
Raging and destroying an inanimate object
as if in itself it contained any power or threat.
I used to laugh at people who romanced through mobile phones
Texting back and forth,
Beep beep!
“Then he said this and I texted him back this.”
Used to smile smugly and think,
“Fucking idiots, why don’t you just talk?”
But that’s because I forgot how powerful words can be
Only thought them truly powerful if they were set in a poem
Or prose, or spoken through tender lips,
the languages of Love.
But I was wrong.
Those stupid beep beeps are like little arrows
a little flame attached to each
moving straight into my heart
warming and flaming the fire.
I’ve even stopped minding that he uses too many abbreviations
“Wen can I c u” had me cringing at first
How could I be lusting after someone who refuses to spell properly!
Loving him goes against my love of my pretty and dignified dictionaries.
But then I realised the static words within them couldn’t warm me
Not like he does
Even if I set fire to the lot of them and crouched close by
It just couldn’t compare.
Beep beep.
The problem with beep beeps is that they’re just too instant
Like making love into instant soup
All modern communication is a difficulty for the lover
But then again, I know, even if I was living in a hundred years ago
I’d pen a letter and send it off just as quickly
Then sit and stew for six months while it was carried by boat and donkey
And wish I could delete it!
You never realize just how hungry you’ve been
until someone shows you real food.
So long surviving on just bread and water
It sure keeps you alive, but the minerals you know, they’re lacking
At the first sign of a let down
I lost my marbles.
Told logic to feck off.
And worst of all
I’ve smashed my mobile phone!
I pasted in haste and omitten a line (story of my life).
This is the proper version