Maybe I made a promise
Maybe I promised you and myself it was my last
But what if I had news for you
from those days when I lived without fear,
too bold to hold myself back?
I told him how I felt
and I told him we weren't friends
and I ate him up and spit him back out
(he tasted bad)
I smirked and chortled
I thought I'd done good—
I broke the man who broke me…
but my eyes widened as he stood upright,
not noticing—more like ignoring my pain
and promised to make me a temporary shrine.
And I rolled my eyes
just to hold back giant tears
because I loved a robot…
that's unreciprocated love right there
and years wasted on a hunk of metal.