his name is voltron
i like you
i know i’m not supposed to tell you
i should wait three days to call
i should act aloof
i should NEVER give myself
a prison tattoo of your name
but i try to tell you in little ways
you smile at me
i program the killer robot i’m building
to never harm you
and – and if you are around
i’ll make him say
“hel-lo, pret-ty la-dy.”
cause, you know, that’s how robots talk.
and you’ll ask, “did you make him say that for me?”
and i’ll blush, “yeeeeah.”
and you’ll say, “so sweet!
he’s like your own Cyranobot.”
and i’ll think, “cute AND clever”
and then i’ll blurt out
and you’ll say, “what?”
and i’ll be all “dairy-free. want something dairy-free?
uhm… rice milk?”
and we’ll both laugh
for different reason
and you’ll say, “i… like rice milk”
and we’ll each have a bowl of cereal.