Gaze into her eyes.
They’re empty and void circles, robbed of inspiration.
Take her hand and fit your fingers in the spaces between hers.
It’s but a cold futile chunk of flesh, robbed of companion.
Give her a peck on the lips.
They’re a pair of heavy shavings and rubbles, robbed of passion.
Make her think you’re real.
Then, fly away from her dreams, imaginations and planned future.
Tell her you love her.
And then, break her heart.
‘Cause you know you can.