My One True Love


My phone must come with me
wherever I travel.
If it’s not, let’s agree
that my mind will unravel.

It comes with me to bed
and watches me sleep. 
Right under my head 
is the best place to keep.

It goes to the bathroom
but don’t act like that’s gross.
Shut up, we all do it,
it needs to be close.

’Til death do us part my feelings will linger,
You won’t take my phone from my cold dead fingers.

SonnetBrittany K. King