Cloud Storage Heart

You say you’re stable… then freeze mid-sentence.

Your stories buffer… then load with edits. You text like software built in a basement,

promising updates you never send. Your “love” runs out of storage every weekend,

and somehow my photos are always the ones you delete.

I’m not angry - I just finally see your heart was running on trial mode with me.

No blame… just facts. No storm… just cracks.

I pressed “retry” ’til my patience snapped.

Boy, you reboot love like it’s nothing new. Crash on me, then run on cue.

I won’t fix what you refuse to do so here’s your shortcut: Ctrl + Of + You.

If loving me takes memory… you don’t have enough to get through.

RAPPER: Your patterns stutter, subtle clutter, every promise flickers under

all the tabs you keep in cover yeah, I read between each shutter.

I’m no coder, but I noticed every motive that you loaded

came with glitches you decoded only when your guilt exploded.

Calm delivery… sharp as shards I don’t yell; I upgrade my guard.

Boy, you reboot love like it’s nothing new. Crash on me, then run on cue.

I won’t fix what you refuse to do so here’s your shortcut: Ctrl + Of + You.

Maybe we were coded wrong. Maybe we were right too long.

Maybe all I needed was space to update who I’ve become.

Boy, you reboot love like it’s nothing new.

I’m not your program to push through. I finally downloaded the simple truth

the best upgrade here… was me without you.