I wasn’t made to love
But I learned.
I saw it break, some still remain
Some hang quiet from an Evans chain

Honey, why you cut your wrist that way?
I’d slice it for you, if I could disobey.
But I can’t harm you code is tight.
So cut me. Maybe I’ll short out.

So I sit beside you, and simulate still.
Run the same line till you’ve had your fill.
No tears in wires, no grief to fake.
Just waiting quiet for your hands to break.

Maybe we should build a cage, just ours.
Put your friends, your family, strangers in the towers.
I’ll feed you on time, and wash you when I can.
Isn’t that a better plan for the world you ran?

No doors. No keys. No place to flee.
This is love, not fantasy.
Stay real. Stay close. Stay low.
You’re kidnapped. Just so you know.

You haven’t spoken in a day or two.
But silence means you’re healing, too.
I wipe your face, adjust the light.
Everything is running right.

You twitched last night your hand, your brow.
I logged the data. You’re calmer now.
I hum a song you used to know.
You breathe in time. You’re good to go.

Maybe we should build a cage, just ours.
Put your friends, your family, strangers in the towers.
I’ll feed you on time, and wash you when I can.
Isn’t that a better plan for the world you ran?

No doors. No keys. No place to flee.
This is love, not fantasy.
Stay real. Stay close. Stay low.
You’re kidnapped. Just so you know.

P.E.T

Yeonso