My Life is Unmanageable? Really? Have you looked at yours lately?"

HA!
First, for example, take your fingers!
Again,. Ha!
You say they are utilitarian and they seize your day with purpose and authority.
Really? Do they?
Like little discarded squalor creatures from the Burger King french fry bin, they seem to me uncommonly crispy on the outside, yet underdeveloped on the insides where true battles of the heart are won and lost.
No sinew, no bone of renown, just soft and savory and delicate little vagabonds in various forms of unpalatable American taste! Again ha!
Second, your insatiable lumptitudes of toe-creature digits burning In the unnecessary purchase of thrift-store sandals, always in uncommon blends of vanilla-pudding carmels and cherry-ice valentines. Blasphemous savages! Who could sport such things? Is this fallen Rome? You must be miserable joined at the foot to creatures of such deep-sea flora and fauna, like sailors lured to the sea by blackened days of eyeless doom.
Third, your neckline! Oh. Your ridiculous neckline!
From shadow it extends hopelessly to your decolletage, below your mouth, plunging from your kiss, sweet, like wine pressed by Agamemnon's lonesome bride,
4th, your sigh. The horrors of it's sound!. Like the pleading, lost tapping rain upon the misidentified geopolymers of the sacred Incan valley somewhere above the Urubamba river.
5th. Your thighs so reckless!
Those little pieces of burned toast with their sorrowfully churned swirls of cinnamon cream, made ever intolerable by the damned metamorphosis of seconds turned into years, dreams into myth.
6th. Your love.
HA! So useless and unnecessary! Remembered again and again against better judgement, always in places of sworn forgetfulness, like past lives discovered through hypnotic regression.
7 The bell tolls.
8. Our lives are almost over
9. Once, you were mine
10. I still love you.