Let’s write our names on the moon
And keep them there for looking at
I love you because you make me laugh.
No one else does that.
i hope to one day be
pressing my lips into your neck
as you read over my old poems
you’ll read every word as if you
read them a thousand times before
and the look in your eyes
would be too great to fit in my dream
but the truth is that
i’ll find myself alone late at night
running my fingers over these pages
that will never be
as soft as your skin
My mother just called me a robot.