I hate it
And I say that probably
About a lot of things
But
This is the truth
Yet I am attached
Always in my hand
Ringing
Dinging
Chiming
Noisy little thing that it is
Silence
Never silenced for a fear
Of missing a moment
It is cumbersome
Facebooking your life
Tweeting your seconds
Showing your life in still photos
Every email
Spam at three am from the store down the street
Work
Friends
Friends of friends
Acquaintances
Family
Friends of family
I know what they do from
My newsfeed
My dashboard
Twitter feed?
Instagram
Vines in short videos
Pintrest to know your interests
Check in to know where you are
Who you're with
I hear it all
I don't want to
I hate my phone
It gives me updates on everyone
Everyone except you
My phone can't connect me
To the person I need most