My phone is on 4%, so I will
say this quick: I love you
and I donât understand myself anymore
Perhaps I need more time
to kill and suffocate your affection
Sometimes I let it die, I open up
every application, brightness on one hundred
and I use faulty parts prone to burn
The sound is unbearably high
leave it in the sun for your collection
There was once a feeling, then it was
destroyed by magnets, the signal shredded
and it fell flimsy over the Bermuda
A graveyard for wi-fi
locked my boyish yearning in detention
It turns out 4% is a lot, lasts too long
funny how it seems like a lifetime in pain
and itâs only a blip when I call you for directions
Itâs dead now and the warranty is gone
the prose failed because I ran out of time
and time is for work and being offline
and Iâd think of something better to say
and structure this and proof read and do whatever poets do
do whatever girls you love do
but I canât think straight
on 3%












