Press enter or click to view image in full size image credits: AI generated by ChatGPT As the saying goes: “Different strokes for different folks.” I fell in love with an English girl whose trade was stealing hearts, running off and never saying sorry. I should have joined the heist but I was no thief. So I instead, I stayed and chose to fight the host of ghosts from a future she once had; An army of the walking dead -men from her blinding dark past. Hundreds of exs who crushed her into millions of bits. Like fragmented pixels, she couldn’t display an image. She couldn’t love. In my arms she was nothing more than star dust; Extra smooth ocean sands Sifting through the palms of my hands as I tried in frustration to grasp her, to understand the shades of her white. I held on but the more I did, the more she slipped away. The acute post-traumatic stress disorder of her countless love affairs Left me with a mental patient locked up in the psychiatric facility of her mentality.…