Ode to my phone, who thinks all my friendships never end
and I'm still a bit in love with all of them. I still see ads for applesauce and blue Gatorade. Autocorrect still spells your name. I believe the Internet knows how to love relentlessly more than anyone else, how to keep grasping who wants to leave. Don't delete the data. I like dreaming of our information still floating and holding hands while we both sleep. Any algorithm of delusion is better than weeping. How else do I tweet that I miss you? I used to be a Romantic but now I'm just the image: I move about my day carrying a box full of hearts & see you in every chocolate cake. I cry with my elbows on my knees, back against the fridge, the silver of light that shines all too big & wrong.
My greatest love stories weren't romantic.
@TeenageLife1111
and I'm still a bit in love with all of them. I still see ads for applesauce and blue Gatorade. Autocorrect still spells your name. I believe the Internet knows how to love relentlessly more than anyone else, how to keep grasping who wants to leave. Don't delete the data. I like dreaming of our information still floating and holding hands while we both sleep. Any algorithm of delusion is better than weeping. How else do I tweet that I miss you? I used to be a Romantic but now I'm just the image: I move about my day carrying a box full of hearts & see you in every chocolate cake. I cry with my elbows on my knees, back against the fridge, the silver of light that shines all too big & wrong.
My greatest love stories weren't romantic.
@TeenageLife1111