Sat, 01/02/2016 - 15:32 -- k8ie.s

I’m a machine,


A robot in disguise,

An impostor walking through the world.

Seeing, learning, recording,

But never truly being.

[Click. Click. Click.]

What do I do? Am I broken?

Emotions cannot be falsified;

Romance cannot be kindled with an unlit match.

Broken? Am I broken?

[tick tick buzz]

I collect friends like data points,

But there’s no manual on falling in love.


What must I be?

Broken? Am I broken?

[gears crunching]

What is passion? I feel no spark.

What ‘attraction’?


[smell of smoke]

I am broken.



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