Harsh diction leaves a pair of collagen lips

Or finger tips, whichever one

My heart shaped symbol breaks and flips

Into two, not three—unity undone

It was merely an outline, I know this much

A bold black line, curved two ways

It's two lines now, and resembles such

These cold strokes have seen better days

They really look like nothing I've seen

Two heart halves, by the looks

I'll turn them around and intervene

Oh my, they look like fishing hooks!

All I want—you may call me nuts

Is to find a fish, with adhesive guts