Stop it

Stop looking at me like that
daring me yo come touch you
Wanting me to know your secrets
Secrets that should not be there
Stop it stop that flashing at me
Alerting me to a message from an unknown
Wanting a discovery that should go unread
Messages that should not be there
Stop it stop that pinging
Letting me know there is an email
Is it another lover or simply an unwanted spam
I will not touch or read
Those emails should not be there
Stop it stop drawing me in
I do not wish to see pictures of a second life I do not share
pictures that should not be there.
stop it stop it now
my curiosity grows
My trust diminishes
I know I shouldn't but the itch inside needs fulfilled
reading what's there may be the cure.
Stop it Do not pick it up
do not read those messages
Stop it before it's to late
Once read can not be forgotten
Or life be the same
Stop it stop it now
a surprise revealed
A trip booked for two
A ticket for him is the other for you?
Texts bAck and forth between an agent and him .
two weeks in the sun
Those doubts have all gone .

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Comments
A great poem. I hear my partner's phone ping ping ping all day long. Hoping it will stop. Your poem reflects my utter frustration. A couple of minor spelling/ grammatical errors.
Thanks for your comments .I'm dreadful for my grammar I must admit I need to slow down .
I wonder how many will relate to the torture of the mobile.
I'm only just re discovering putting feelings to paper and this is my first in decades .