He took my heart and shoved it in his mouth,

So I took my words and shoved them down his throat

So he could choke on them.

He was killing me,

Second by second.

Piece by piece.

As my heart beat in his mouth.

But as he choked,

He tightened his jaws around my beating heart to stop it from

Vibrating and pulsing.

It wouldn't stop, for he thought he had arrested it,

But I was strong.

Feeding off of no one's emotions,

I became strong!

He grinned with his mouth full of my warm blood

Flowing warmly out of his trap.

For my blood was killing him.

My kind!

My life!

My heart!

Was growing cold and stale.

Strangness tingled at my finger tips.

For I nerver cry at any funeral; I never cried at his.

Even if I did love him perpetually.

After he deceased, I became a bitter woman.

Sour.

Sweet.

Defiantly Gone.

Like a Sour Patch Kid.

But I saw what I was.

I mourned deeply for my heart to warm;

Depression over-ridded me.

My life was over, but I would never kill, I would never drown.

I needed to feel;

To be

Loved again.

And so I was,

When I found a young orphan who shard my sorrow;

Knew my pain.

She was called Religion.

I became warm from another named Passion.

I was broken by Agony, but now a new boy was apon me.

His name was Crush.

The one that does not know me.

However, I know him well.

He keeps me going, for one day I hope he'll understand me;

Know me

Quite well.

I love him.

And I can live with him never loving me back.

My Personality and Love are great.