I hate this phone
I hate that it connects me to you
I hate the ease of accessibility to you
I hate that it keeps a record of us
I hate that it’s so easy for me to erase you
I hate that it makes it so easy for you to come back
I hate that it holds your pictures and memories of you
I hate that it lets you send me whatever the ******* want
I hate when my screen is blank
I hate that it lights up to show your virtual lashings
I hate that it tells me how long it’s been since you’ve called
I hate that it is the object of my temptation
I hate that it doesn’t ***** my finger when I type your name
I hate that it doesn’t yell and scream like me
I hate that it’s so silent but has such volume