Just Not That Into You.

Hey there; it's me

Your CGM sensor of two weeks.

I see that you've noticed

My data-grabbing leaks.

How I'm speaking out of turn;

How I itch like mad.

How I can't even spit out

Most of your numbers - sad.

I was once so accurate;

So error-free.

You threw caution to the wind

And put your trust in me.

But now, my dear

It's time to part ways.

This dingy old sensor

Has lived out his days.

You're clinging to hope

It's yourself you're fooling.

I'm calling this game;

I'm issuing this ruling.

We had a good run

But now I'm afraid we're through

Because the truth, dear friend, is that

I'm just not that into you.