Dear Diary, My Boyfriend's an Android!

Dear diary, I’m afraid my lover is ill.
He never says he loves me or makes my heartbeat still.
He’s ice cold, bitter, hard, and sullen,
but he doesn’t sparkle, so he can’t be Edward Cullen.

Dear diary, it gets worse with each passing day.
He’s succumbing to indifference, and I wonder why I stay.
He’s insecure and jaded- he’s putting me in a funk.
Honestly, dear diary? I like him better when he’s drunk.

Dear diary, it appears I’m dating a coward.
He’s a scared little boy who hides it by acting sour.
It’s a shame- for someone so off, he sure is hot.
Perhaps my guy is actually a life-sucking robot?

Dear diary, I did some investigating tonight.
I ripped off his skin after an hour long fight.
There were no bones- only metal, a horror I couldn’t avoid
And he stood there in defeat: my boyfriend, the android.