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Robotic Parts
You’re looking away
From me
Our eyes won’t
meet
But you’re still
Looking at
Me
I see it
In the lenses
Planted in the
Hollows of my skull
This love
Is cannibalistic
And it’s
Sadistic
To call it
Love
To teach
Me to feel
And teach me
A distorted
Picture
You hold me
And say
You can’t
Feel me
But I’m
Breathing in your
Ear
Its steady
Even though I
Feel lightheaded
And breathless
I feel wilted
I am seeking
Sun like
The sunflower
I am looking
Down
I cannot
Find
You
And yet
I know you’re
There
This feeling
Aches in
Warm bellies
And bellows
Deep and
Foreboding
It speaks
No words
I answer in
Wails
I cannot hear
My own heart
Beat
Or gut
Roar
This feeling
Am I
Desperate
Or empty
I feel
Drained
And full
Of you
Flesh replaced
By mechanical wires
Tied together
My dear
Dearly hated
Agonizingly loved
Sharp tongued
Tasting of
Metal
That taste
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
The definition
Of insanity
An algorithm
Programmed in
The body
You
Gave me
I will always
Love you
As long
As these wires
Tell me to
From me
Our eyes won’t
meet
But you’re still
Looking at
Me
I see it
In the lenses
Planted in the
Hollows of my skull
This love
Is cannibalistic
And it’s
Sadistic
To call it
Love
To teach
Me to feel
And teach me
A distorted
Picture
You hold me
And say
You can’t
Feel me
But I’m
Breathing in your
Ear
Its steady
Even though I
Feel lightheaded
And breathless
I feel wilted
I am seeking
Sun like
The sunflower
I am looking
Down
I cannot
Find
You
And yet
I know you’re
There
This feeling
Aches in
Warm bellies
And bellows
Deep and
Foreboding
It speaks
No words
I answer in
Wails
I cannot hear
My own heart
Beat
Or gut
Roar
This feeling
Am I
Desperate
Or empty
I feel
Drained
And full
Of you
Flesh replaced
By mechanical wires
Tied together
My dear
Dearly hated
Agonizingly loved
Sharp tongued
Tasting of
Metal
That taste
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
The definition
Of insanity
An algorithm
Programmed in
The body
You
Gave me
I will always
Love you
As long
As these wires
Tell me to
Published 3rd Jul 2024
Author's Note
This connection feels forced, predetermined, programmed. I cannot abandon my code, I cannot be rid of you.
Whether this love is romantic or not is up to interpretation, I didn’t write it with any specific love in mind.
Whether this love is romantic or not is up to interpretation, I didn’t write it with any specific love in mind.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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3rd Jul 2024 4:06pm
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4th Jul 2024 1:52am
The best poems are the kind that everyone who reads it, reads it slightly differently :)
Anonymous
3rd Jul 2024 8:59pm
Easily the best thing I’ve read all week here. Yep.
I love the effortlessness of it. How it is open to interpretation. How it doesn’t give too much away. The way it flows is just so natural and I love the stripped back approach. How it’s so accessible.
Yep. There’s nothing I don’t like about this. Thank you for sharing.
-M
I love the effortlessness of it. How it is open to interpretation. How it doesn’t give too much away. The way it flows is just so natural and I love the stripped back approach. How it’s so accessible.
Yep. There’s nothing I don’t like about this. Thank you for sharing.
-M
4th Jul 2024 1:51am
