your heart tasted like honey,

                 then i swallowed it instead
            
and the only thing that it left me
                                                           was a memory- ruby red

now it has turned bitter

                       lodged inside my throat

I need to get it out I guess

                or maybe I'll just gloat

                                                 I washed it down with water,
laughing as I did,
            
                        it felt like a tentacle that once was on a squid

it sleeps beside my organs

      beating casually

I'm hoping that it will, one day, incessantly love me