Malfunction
I’m a machine,
[whirring]
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.
[beeping]
What must I be?
Broken? Am I broken?
[gears crunching]
What is passion? I feel no spark.
What ‘attraction’?
What?
[smell of smoke]
I am broken.
[alarm]
This poem is about:
Me