The things you do to me

You came in as a slave to my dispensation
Or that was at least what I thought.
Although, you've never been one to fit in my back pocket
Nor fit in the crease of my palms
But you my love,
Slowly taught me devotion.

I never failed to note your succumb to outage of energy,
And I ever dutifully restored you to normalcy,
My soft palm softly caressing your fragile bodice.

You always lay in wait for me,
And even if I never could tell so
Finding you always made me a lot more than simply giddy.

Maybe you never listened
(Or you were just incapable of doing so)
But I dare say I served you more than you did me.
When you had your first fall over a rock hard surface,
Slashes threatening to ruin your flawless face,
Little did I know that was the beginning of your fall from grace.

You push me to edges,
Flip us over, tugging hard at my neck scarf
Staring hard into my eyes as you shut down in stillness.
I've pulled you back to life each time,
But honey I'm so tired right now.

You take so much from me;
The few insignificant pennies,
Sometimes the wad of bills.
You take so much from me;
The headaches and loss of concentration.
You blackmail me in ways only you know how to
You've made an addict of me

But sweetheart I'm fast losing interest in laying hold to you
I want out of this all but abusive relationship
These days all I think of is a trade of you
Even more recently, I only wish to toss you out of a fast moving vehicle
I need fresh blood by my bosom at night;
One with a fit between my palms.
Not you anymore

So I cancel days out the calendar,
Faint hope lining my lips,
A count, down the days you torture me,
My dear TabletPC.








This gadget does things to me.
Qetsiyah
(Originally written sometimes in December 2018, when the third fall made me cry).