it's the same thing

i can't read what you write

anymore.

so much of it is the same thing,

over and over again,

autobiographical.

i've had it up to here

with your romances,

your loves lost,

your work, your aches

and pains.

i can't read what you write

anymore,

she tells me,

as she logs on once more

to see what's up with me.