i've meticulously taken
all that flesh and bone and turned you into
someone much more
i've fixed you.
i peeled off skin like a
tangerine in the summer heat
wiping my hands as i worked;
putting you in that metal shell
was the best decision we ever made.
the only thing i couldn't save was your
pumping, feebly sensitive yet explosive heart.
but trust me darling, you are better off without.
because i cannot love you forever,
i remember once,
before you were all dials and
lights, i told you,
"having a heart is like an evolutionary step
in the wrong direction."
you cried when i did,
and i'm positive i could feel
that explosive heart
wringing itself around your ribs
to try and escape,
kill me for what i was calling it.
i could feel you
wanting to, too. but
sissy son-of-a-bitchjust wasn't having any of it.
instead you just cried, and loved me all the same.
but i keep reminding you,
you will be