I’ll cut up your romance like you wouldn’t believe.
Stop the music, wrap the tape.
Throw water on your cashmere jacket and dirt on your silk scarf.
There will be no aerial shots of you driving through the desert;
no moving images of you from behind walking away in the rain in a long black coat.
Your romance will be heinously crushed under my hateful eye,
because I can’t watch you thrive while I welter away,
like a true romantic.