i am the machine

you 

rivet me, screw me

tightly down, bolts snapping, 

wire stretched

thin

along the slow, grinding gears

of my body.

but 

i do not understand 

why, for i have done

everything

you wanted, have become

anything you wanted

me to be. i

have practiced, 

observed, studied the tilt

of her head

when she laughs,

how she blinks her eyes

before answering 

any question you've

asked her.

and i

am nothing short 

of perfection in

my replication,

down to the tiniest details

that you've never consciously noticed

to of her nails, her hair, her lips,

the colour of her eyes as she laughs.

for this is why i

am here,

to please, excite,

follow your orders.

i am built to serve,

accept and follow you,

give you pleasure

and predict your every move,

i am yours to do with 

what you wish,

for i am

the machine and you

are my master.

but this time

i cannot

understand why,

you are not pleased 

with the results of

my actions.

so please, before

you lower the axe,

this time 

for the final blow, 

will you tell me please,

why you are crying.