The Robot's Thoughts

I'm posting this.
And then I'm over this.

"the reality sets in"
Literally and emotionally
You fell in my lap like like that last christmas gift
a boy gets before they learn the truth about santa.

I believed. I really did.
Or wanted to.

I made mistakes, and so did you.
But Damn it, I loved them.
I thought it a blessing in disguise.

If you catch yourself reading this, just remember:
We didn't have to say anything.

I loved how you fiddled with your outfit for 45 minutes
when i could only stay out for another thirty
before the morning grind
would reduce me to powder

I loved catching a tidbit of thought
that you shared about me with friends I didn't know
that slipped up in front of you
and you wouldn't meet my eyes the whole night.

I loved how you'd roll over
the morning after
and just look at me

always
always
always wished you'd hold your gaze one second more

but most of all
you'd listen to me
and i'd tell you anything and everything
that kind of audience
doesn't come around more then twice a lifetime

You knew I was a dubious angel from the start
complete with broken wings and crooked halo
the embrace we shared was borderline religious
but we'll remember it as tawdry and shallow

and while i find drinks of what could been
a bit hard to swallow
the path that i take is not one to be followed
and when the face that i fell for goes under the knife
i know someday i'll recognize a stranger's eyes
i'll smile, you'll wave, and then I'll look away
never to look twice.