That Damn iPhone

If I didn't lean on your shoulder as much...


if I didn't fiend for the slightest of your touch...

if I explored more passionately into your domain,

rather than imploring you so irrationally to revisit my terrain...

would your behavior be less afflicting or would it remain the same?

That iPhone...

that damn iPhone.

It allows you to drift away instantaneously,

all the while that you're still sitting right next to me.

And even though the phone is turned so I cannot see...

I love you enough to feel you giving away "my" energy.

Tap, tap, tapping away so incessantly

returned by a repeated vibration that distresses me.

Call it my intuition or just the return of a woman's scorn...

but I know it's another female on the other side of that horn...

YES..this is still cheating - in it's weakest form.

From MySpace to our space and all that came in between

we've built this life together - by any and all means.

So what is so enticing on that iPhone of yours?

Or is it just the satisfaction of attracting what isn't yours?

What for?

I would shatter my own heart and watch it selflessly bleed,

just to ensure you have all that you need.

Yet you take that for granted with each stroke of those keys.

That damn iPhone takes away all your attention,

sending it through technology into another's dimension.
 
Written By @MzFilterless