For the illusion
of a love lost,
the delusion
that love costs
some steep
sacrificial price,

She would burn
this shallow life,
slit the throat
of those she knows
to hear the note
of honest hearts
gurgling in
their skepticism.

For the sake of
the lie called love,
that chemical drug
she is feening for,
that sad score
that doesn’t
really exist anymore,
she would restore
the weaknesses
she once deplored
and explore
any other bit
of madness
to get this
******* back
even though
it was never
what she thought it was.