Love is broken
love is a toy
love is brand new for only an hour

the clean smell,
the satisfying gleam,
the fresh feel,
all turn to nothing.

Dust,
it inhabits the heart,
circulating through our constant pulsing veins
In vain,
we try to renew it,
we try to misconstrue
It.

The game we play,
with our toy,
the hearts we break
with its false joy.
Thats what love is.

A commercialized tool,
that makes us consume
makes us lust;
For another fresh heart to bust.