I do not have the patience. Not for this.
I'd love if you would only cut me slack
And cover what impatience makes me miss.
Oh, do not blame the phone! It did not force
My fingers to caress it, or my eyes
To dance over its surface. Yes, of course,
I was distracted, but the fault here lies
With me, not my distraction. I cannot
As I should, let my mind be settled here
But must explore my every waking thought
Online. And so I beg of you my dear
Forgive my fault, and try, love, to recall
You do the same too often after all.
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