Woe Of Losing You

This is a poem dedicated to the loss of my beloved...my ps3. For the night...

I know we haven't spent much time together,

I'm always busy,

Always too tired when I get home,

To spend time with you.

But finally tonight I have the time,

Have the energy,

No distractions,

I'll stay up with you all night.

We can finally bond again,

Like we used to,

I start,

Touch your buttons,

You're turned on instantly.

Showing me wonderous stuff,

I'm enticed,

I know how to use you,

All so vivid.

But then you're taken away,

By another,

Just as we get close again,

I'm alone again.

The black space of your shape,

Echoes the black space in my chest,

As another plays with her,

Knowing not how to treat her right.

Not spending the time to know right from wrong,

Her accessories I bought her,

Discarded around the room,

Every play a rushed fumble.

When will they learn,

She is not a w***e,

Her plug doesn't fit in any old socket.

She is mine.

She is my console.

She is my PS3. 

Author's Note

Don't take it too seriously people.

Reviews

[Coffee Vampier]

Sorry If u got my last comment my phone is being funky. I have typed abut 1,000,000 ...times now. This makes me think about prayers got to hate those guys.

[Sammi]

Good Riddance.

[Tasha]

You put the true definition of a gamer in this piece. I liked it a lot.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Chris]

Its MEANT to be taken - seriously... chuckling here. There ARE times when nothing in LIFE is taken more seriously by a true Gamer. You put it together with class, wit, and style. Nicely done.

Chris