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my heart

My heart

i gave you my heart,

i handed it to you on

the finest silver platter,

yet you picked it up

and crushed it,

like an evil queen once did.

only you did not

do me the favor

of doing so right away.

once in a while,

i would feel a peculiar

weakness in my body,

my chest,

where my heart once was.

every day, the agony

grew worse & worse.

it became harder

and harder

and harder

to breathe.

for me to intake

the cool air

of the autumn days

i yearn to love again.

my heart is not just

some toy for you to

play with.

it is not just some

vessel of love

and adoration.

it is a vital organ

in my body

that pumps oozing crimson blood,

and keeps me alive.

it keeps me alive

to adore, to love,

to take in the

fresh air.

consider that

the next time

you crush someone else’s heart.

hopefully, no one

will give theirs to you

as easily as i did.

not even on the

most desolate and

darkest full moon’s night,

where the werewolves

vent their bloodlust.



 

About Liv Queen Majestic: my name is liv, and i am a rising senior in high school, a writer, and performer from california, but hoping to move to nyc next year for college to study musical theatre directing and creative writing as a double major. tim burton has been my inspiration ever since i was four years old, the nightmare before christmas was the first film i enjoyed, therefore i truly aspire to live that sort of gothic lifestyle and to tell stories within it. i am a staff writer at cordelia magazine, and i currently have one publication with unpopular zine, titled "to the one who wronged me."



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