Your love hurts me. It is a love for
the unconventional story that
destroys our clichés and destroys
my heart. How can I be heartbroken

if I don’t have a heart? Take a
knife and take a life. This
conceptual artistry is no use if it
ignores and degrades another.

Trumpets and guitars flank the
avenue to your satisfaction. You
briefly travelled on mine then
stumbled back to yours when

another called you there. You’re
making me bombard myself with
question marks. You look at the
character count and think again.