The excess didn’t satisfy his need for more.
Genre: Drama
The junk drawer had everything he didn’t need.
He kicked the end-table out from under himself.
The ruler had every empty thing he wanted.
The baby would laugh whenever his mother cried.
If I understood her, I’d love her less.
He knew she lied, but believed her anyway.
Gibberish was his native tongue and preferred language.
His language couldn’t express it in eight words
She drove the dagger home, kissed him goodnight.
He threw down. She threw up (on him).
The Mathematician did not understand other men either.
His poetry was as meaningful as cold plums.
The screen froze along with all her hopes.
The game character longed to die once more.
His secret ingredients were sugar, love, and arsenic.
The mail delivery brought love, connection, and anthrax.
He was far less than what she needed.
He was not what she thought he was.
The language barrier actually did stop their love.