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I gave you my heart,
But instead of caring for it
It feels as if you ripped it
Right out of my very body
Not it is lying dead on the lawn
With a gaint hole in my chest
Where my beeting heart should be.
It is no longer around
Shredded in the blender,
To a thousand and one tiny peices.
As I watch you drink it
Just for the hell
You begin to gag
Choke
Then Die.
You chose to give up
What you where given
by killing it
Until
It breathed no longer

I am deprived of seeing
The other half of me
But I must wait, thus longer
Due to the fact
He is behind bars*
Locked away from me
I yern for him
To be around
But that may not be
Because, he is locked away
From me

*not litterly behind bars, ofcourse, but it sure feels like it sometimes