Death of a Heart

When we met, so long ago

I hoped we could be more

Than kissing up on lockers and sneaking glances in the classroom.

I hoped we could be more

Than sneaking out to twelve a.m. parties, just to get high

I hoped we could be more

And we were

When we walked in a room together, heads would turn.

You, the one who could kill with a look

Me, the one who could save them with a smile

We were a team

When we spoke, nothing else was heard

When we touched, nothing else was important

When we kissed, nothing else was real

Which is why, as you drink the poison of his words

Which is why, as you taste the venom of his lips

Which is why, as you feel the thorns of his body

I hope we meet again

So I might see you, one last time

So as your heart is killed by his poisons, his venom, his thorns

Mine can learn to thrive.