Robot love

i tried
to spill my oil onto canvas
to show you
to let you see my insides
but all they are is nuts and bolts
no magic inside here
nothing
nothing and that's exactly what you feel
i see my soul poured out trying to show you how you make this robot feel
how you take my robot cold away
you see spilled oil
I'll clean it up so i don't get it on your shoes
you can warm me
but a robot can't warm you
you can create wonder
that brightens my days
light that you give and I take with me everywhere
I can create oil spills
all I'll ever do is ruin your shoes

I swear to you this robot feels
when i hear your voice
when i read your words
when i see your smile
when i hear you tease
I FEEL
I want to be more then a calculator
I want to be more then a taxi
I want to be more then a forklift
I want to be more then a clock
and so I reach, i create with my robot fingers
a robot poem
a robot song
a robot story
a robot movie
to show you
try to show you
each one
but all you see is a robot getting oil on you
and oil is poison
to creatures with wings
my oil is poison
you can put me back together when i fall apart
you can feel my robot love when i calculate or taxi or lift or tick tock
but you can't feel my robot love in anything I have ever made for you
you make that face like when Toothless vomits up partially digested fish and offers it
you pat my head and say thank you so politely.  I like it.  I like the smell of vomited fish. and then you go wash your hands.  wash the gross robot off.
I'm just a stupid robot getting oil all over your wings
I don't want you to put me back together anymore
I don't want to get my poison on you anymore
I'm tired of taking light and only giving you oil back.