this is not about love

This is not about love, what lies above or white gloves seducing teenagers with media.
This is not about life, strife or blight upon mankind.
This ain’t about broken hearts or cars that won’t start two minutes before work.
This isn’t about mars or stars or rickety old boulevards.
But this isn’t about emotionless remorse endorsed by dead men, hearsed.
I’m not talking about skyfall or shy no-balls who want to talk but can’t.
And it’s not about balled fists, first kisses or remises out of fear.
It’s not about boogeymen or lead-heads with incredible speed.
Or tyrants undone in bright day sun because they can only exist in darkness.
this is not about love
It has no purpose.