my heart aches
and it breaks
rip it out of my chest
please, i insist!
take it in your hand
hold it gently
please, oh so gently
hold it as you would a baby bird, so innocent and sinless
then squeeze the life out of it
absolutely desecrate my poor heart
tear the tendons away one by one
does it feel good?
feel my blood ooze down your arm (it grows sticky as you stall, doesn’t it?)
stop its pulsing with your bare hands
absolutely tear it apart with your claws
and look at me with idiotic bewilderment
why are you hesitating? you’ve done this many times
I thought it would be second nature at this point
do you feel better?
have the malicious feelings subsided?
I pity you, really, I do
It isn’t fair you must resort to such violent acts to feel satisfaction—
wait, what’s that you say? someone likes me!
well, please, do tell