What Heart?
You say to me,
give me your heart.
But why?
Why was I placed on this futile earth,
to live, breath, basically worship you?
How can I give you my heart,
when the first time we kissed,
it jumped out of my chest and into yours?
Is it possible to live without a heart?
It must be.
I'm living proof.
Why should I give you my heart,
when you are just going to write it down as another girl conquered?
How, why?
No lie.
