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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