Could you

would you

make something explode?

Start a fight

       smash a vase

make me cry or

at least send a          nasty text.

Because all I can do is

sit and sigh

and listen to

bad hip hop from the 2000s.

Contentment is a curse                    no one wants a verse written in

pink ink.

So, would you

could you

break my heart, or

                                                         something?

I’ll be here waiting.