Modern-day conveniences allow me to delete you at will.
I am not your sucker because I have no stick.
Repetition is to improvement as atrophy is to growth.
The mystery is unconcerning, but the implications are disconcerting.
I am a whiz at calculation, but a dunce at common sense.
My words remain vibrant as I wither and age.
The heart grows fonder, the mind grows wiser, the soul grows stronger, but the body's guarantee is its eventual failure.
I am the recluse who never knew any other.
These words are my surreptitious clothing, its meaning uncovers me.
I am bound to you as you are to me.
i:
you are sexy.