The Cell Phone, the cellular, the box,the celly

whatever you want to call it.

I call it

my worst enemy..

a cheater’s accessory

It mentally frustrates me .

It’s forever on vibrate

When it’s answered

it’s always just a little too late and

calls are quickly disconnected

whenever I enter the room

Hushed conversation literally consumes

my air

I force myself to breathe

Like I force myself to believe other than what my common sense tells me

The history fact and the HIStory fiction does not match

they’re on two different waves

but 

they both involve my heart

Contrast and compare

history brings up a woman that HIStory says was never there.

I swear

even after cracked codes and getting it to open up to me

it’s still my enemy

a cheater’s accessory

Refusing my calls

telling me

I have to leave messages in its mailbox

while I pour out my thoughts which are engulfed

in pain

I pour out until I am empty and it is full

in vain over

and over and over again

I expect so much more

for it to maybe change with technology

but it won’t even acknowledge me

Cell phone ,cellular, the box, the celly

Whatever you want to call it

I call it my own worst enemy

A cheater’s accessory…