My heart?

You want to talk about my heart? Whats "really" inside that Jennifer Epervary? Wells whats inside is rubble of something that was once a beautiful city. It has been torn down for ages. For years. The happy people of it's once glass city, dead from the fire, from the hate from the shadow's or sorrow, which I left upon my self. Because once they torn me down, I was too dead to bring myself back up again. Because the fewest of the many words they shot at me, hit me the hardest.
Now you tell me shit, like "I've got the Key to your heart"!
"I'll always love you!"
But for how long? Until to throw me back into my pit of dust and rubble?
"We must fellow our hearts....Bleh Bleh Blah Blah"
Stop throwing me your fake Disney Shit. I've seen those movies before, they end with "Happy Every After." But thats not life.
It'll never be life.

So before you tell me you love me, I want you to define love. Then think, is that what you really think of me? Do you really want to spend your life with me?

because After you're done reading the definition, You'll realize.

You never loved me at all...

and I never loved you.