The destruction of my heart.

I opened myself up to you and allowed you to assimilate me, to absorb every part of myself into your being.
I thought you knew me, had accepted my flaws,
had even become endeared by them.
But sunshine, I opened my eyes,
and you were no longer by my side.
You were gone, gone, gone,
just like my convulsing, bleeding heart,
which I had always worn on my sleeve for you.
I discovered a tiny piece left in the vast emptiness of the void which made up my chest,
and guarded it jealously, intent that no more destruction would befall it.
But you returned,
and I am utterly destroyed and undone.
I am a majestic ruin, one that people admire from afar.
I've more than my fair share of scars,
most from you,
and I feel that it is my turn to inflict pain upon you.
So come, lay your heart open for me upon this chest of drawers,
and let me polish my razor until it is gleaming.
I will brand you with my initials.
You will never forget.
Nor will I.
I threw the memories out, but still they chase me,
haunt me,
in the tortured labyrinth that is my mind.
I am static yet moving,
running while standing still,
and we are infinite as the green demon of jealousy possesses me.
I am a wreck,
one beyond repair or saving,
worthless.
Please...try for me.