You Dropped Me More Times Than Your Cell Phone

You were bubbling with excitement,

At my sleek, plastic packaging,

With everything in its perfect place,

And easy instructions on my management and features,

All openly displayed,

In languages for all to understand. 

Your fingers ran around my curved edges,

Too impatient to turn me on.

You loved how easy it was to set me up,

And how instantly my default settings could be changed.

Setting up a passcode,

As a mark of your ownership and control,

Blocking my access to anyone from the outside. 

You doted on me for hours,

As your greasy fingertips pressed

And swiped across me

Over and over and over again,

Leaving trails only visible for those 

Who dared let the light

Expose my over-use.

I remember how careful you were

To preserve and protect me from any harm,

And even held me in a tight, protective case,

And wanted it to be a reflection of

Your own interest and taste.

And then one day, you were absent-minded

And dropped me.

Panic sketched across your face

As you instantly and anxiously picked me up,

From that hard, concrete ground,

And thoroughly inspected every inch,

To ensure your carelessness

Did not damage such fine goods.

Once you realized I was miraculously

Still able to perform my normal functions,

You thanked the heavens and swore

You would take better care

Of this technological treasure.

I remember how you would call on me,

Whenever you were in need of some assistance,

As I would instantly answer without hesitation

"What can I help you with?"

You adored how high-def I was in pictures,

And shared it for the world to see.

You were like a child with his brand-new toy,

As you played with me for hours on end,

The Apple of your eye.

You realized how easy it was to keep me by your side,

And tuck me into the dark, corner of your pockets

When you were bored of my presence.

But the more I was held in your hands,

The easier it was for your fingers to loosen its grip,

And then the amount of times you started to drop me

Started to become more frequent.

The more my fragile, unprotected screen crashed unexpectedly,

The less phased you were. 

It became a daily ritual,

As I became more chipped and scratched

By your utter lack of concern. 

You used to always check

To make sure I was full of life,

But it seems to be more of a chore lately,

To plug me into my necessary charger.

My battery would drain to zero

And you would whine that it was my fault,

For being so needy and not keeping up with your life.

That once unfurnished, unblemished surface,

Now is as shattered as a fogged mirror.

And you became absolutely disgusted by

My lack of appeal,

And wish I was that same freshly manufactured beauty

That I once was. 

You now stroll the streets without ever crossing your mind

That I was no longer by your side,

Until you saw a new model on the corner street

With higher upgrades I could never reach.

And then you unhesitatingly traded me in for her,

A new phone to showcase,

A new Apple to take a bite. 

But sorry that I was dropped more times than your cell phone.