You love to watch people suffer from the pain you have caused them.
You love to have people try to help only to be scorched by your burns.
You love to hurt.
I guess you’re just another reason why I keep my heart with me.
Give it to no one else.
Wrap it in barb wire and never let it stray too far.
My heart is mine.
If I share it with anyone else I fear I won’t have one left to keep me alive.