The heart is a useless analogy for love.
The heart is strong and unconditional.

What might be better is a ram's horn.
Twisted and lethal.

Flowers are inked into the soils that nourish loves folly.
But a crashing, crimson sea with cruel intentions would be better.

When you're around I get butterflies, butterflies feel a lot like nausea.
Like a butterfly, you change into beautiful things, but they never last long.

I swallowed swords and breathed fire, yet your names still blossoms between bared teeth.
My soul is a bruised patchwork made from your fingerprints.
Your insincerity.

If I could cut you out, I’d bronze you. I’d wear you like a necklace.
Id travel to where you came, I’d ask Satan himself for a spell to banish you.

I know now that the fire in my belly was heartburn, mistaken for passion.
I found you in the depth of my chronic headache, you’ve got me treading water in my brainwaves.