Poem: I am the Un-Feeling Man

I am the manufactured heart unfeeling man,
Let me be the un-feeling man,

In brown boots,
With hairy legs,
With a mustache,

My heart is closed accordingly,
Un-tender,
Un-dainty,
Your judging it,
Saying I need to open it,
Feel it,
Open up to this idea of "romantic love,"
What about platonic love?
Aromantic love?

"Sweetness" sidetracked,
I've got everything together,
Everything is in perfect order,
Do not move that plate or napkin out of place,
As a woman should,
Have everything in order,
If not then discard me,
Discard my heart,
Discard my belongings,

I am the un-feeling man,
Running fingers over my mustache,
Let me not feel,
My emotions,
Or heart.