Before you, she was full.

Then you came.
Then you came and you slowly ****** the life out of her.

I watched her shrivel up and die in your embrace.
I watched her fade away into complete oblivion as you held her.
I sat there and did nothing as you led her to a slow, painful death.
A very slow and a very painful death.

And now her last beat forever echoes off the walls of my empty chest.

Will she ever beat again?
This ghost heart.