It's too late
you found it.
My heart
I hid it well,
but you looked in all the right places
and when you found it
you ripped it out
and called it your own.
You looked so damn innocent,
but now you stand infront of me
and i watch it in your hands,
the steady beat
of blood pulsating
and dripping through your fingers.
You hold onto it greedily
as though it is a possession
and you dare me to walk away
knowing full well
that you have captured my heart
and I cannot live without you.