ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Tech memory

Savouring the taste of the grape fermented,

Burning my essence

Of struggling life inside my soul.

I look at all my sorrows flashing through,

And you just never cross.

You stand there vividly,

In your handsome skin,

Smiling foul,

Standing proud,

As if hurting me was a happy cause.

I wish all I had was a technological memory,

Where I could just swipe you off the screen when

You deserted my thoughts.

I wish all I had was a recycle bin to,

Dump you in it and empty it all.