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Only two problems:
"i'll never, ever forget."
Would sound better and more meaningful without the "ever."
And:
"oh so dark "
Should be totally omitted, unless you really want to come off as an emo kid who relied on the Pathetic Fallacy.
Anyway, I was breathtaken with this poem, excepting those two things aforementioned; you've got a real talent here, exploit it.
all i manage to create

is a bucketful of meaningless e-mails
that infect your inbox
and limit our decaying relationship
to nothing more than a few lines
on an instant messenger window.
I really like that part, it really seems cool and puts a 'blue' essence on your poem (blue like picasso's blue paintings, i think).
Thanks for all your comments, appreciated.
wow, i like this. i love the first line, it pulle dme in and forced me to read. nice imagery describing relationship with computer and love.

Love this line:
the defiant swirl of a cable
reminiscent of those brunette curls
wow that a perfect vivd imagery of the gril, or a girl for that matter.
lovely, keep up the good work
Interesting imagery, the whole internet love thing. Very 'in' at the moment with all these people falling in love with a font, so to speak. The way you bring the computer to life is intriguing.
wohey loved it truely did, your poerty freakishly describes my life a little to well
the soft sound of a computer dying
made me think of you. ----> An amazing start to the poem, instantly made me want to read on.
the defiant swirl of a cable
reminiscent of those brunette curls
the smooth slide of a digital mouse
like your conversational ease
the satisfying harmony
of an ejected drive,
echoes of that sweet night
i'll never, ever forget.
I love the way you compare her to the computer! in this stanza especially ::
the defiant swirl of a cable
reminiscent of those brunette curls
Relating more than you know to this stanza espeically the first three lines!!
all i manage to create
is a bucketful of meaningless e-mails
that infect your inbox
and limit our decaying relationship
to nothing more than a few lines
on an instant messenger window.
my only beacon of light
flashing on this dark,
oh so dark
monday afternoon.
And you finish with a lovely ending
really have nothing bad to say about this sorry not very helpful I know!!