You hold me...

You hold me...
Much longer than your partner...
I know what you mean when you move your hand over me...
When you pull me towards yourself... or push me farther away....
When you press your fingers firmer than usual...
No words are needed.... just a gentle touch...
I feel special...

But then one day, you are rough with me...
I feel sick.... something does not feel right...
You get rougher..... and swear at me...
I feel worse... find it hard to continue like this...
This is the end...
And you say... "Damn!!! The stupid mouse stopped working"