Her corrupt love is like cholesterol clinging and condemning my heart to slow death

I wasn't loved. I was just a dumping ground for her demons to rest in my heart to if it was their grave.

Her sensitivity struggles to live within a hostile world and that same hostility, struggles to live within her heart

Memories keep those lost to the moment

Kiss her so deep on the inside, until you've become her introvert. Make her heart pump so bad to passions, it thumps out of her chest to become her extrovert.

I have a heart like moon. still glowing in a extremely battered state