#123 Death of a Heart

To have a dead heart is like having dead lungs you cannot breathe. You don't know what you've become. So fragile and so delicate, you never were that into it. You fall and you break. You come to realize it was a mistake. You bounce back and take revenge but was it worth it, to lose a friend? One cannot feel you can't see. You don't know what you need. You cannot think, you cannot blush. You say go fuck yourself to your crush. The knife's been pulled out but where is it now? You put it in his back and turned him down. You pierce the skin and break all his teeth. You sit right there as you watch him bleed. while he cies out in pain in the color green. You think about what he said on New Year's eve. He took my love which was important to me. So I damaged his ego and I made history. But as a result I paid the price. I'll think twice before ruining someone's life.