The terms and conditions of loving the unloveable:
Participate at your own risk. The problem with loving a dream is that it is a two player game and you are the only one with dice to roll.
1 and 5. They will tell you they love you in black and white, with mottled colour on ivory skin.
3 and 2. They will tell you that you are beautiful and then let you go.
6 and 6. Your face met with the devil’s fist. You will give your love to a loveless being and they will say thank you with a few broken bones and muffled excuses in only an emergency. In case of an emergency please dial 4. Please dial 4, please dial 4. They will smoke cigarettes as your shaking hands reach up for their face and they will tell you to clean up the blood in the kitchen, in the kitchen, “get in the kitchen”.
You roll again.
6 and 6. Your face met with the devil’s fist. Your hands bound and blood running down your wrists. Please dial 4, please dial 4. He will change, of course he will.
Roll Again.
6 and 12. A third dice to make the game and he will hurt you again and again and again.
The unloveable.
They are not made for lovers hearts or lovers eyes or the morning kiss of a weary child. They are made to hurt and they are made to bleed through the look in their eyes and the names they call you, through the destruction of skin on skin and the idea that anything pure in life must be a god damn sin.