"poor boy,"
she said
the girl inside my head

"a broken toy,"
she claimed
the person inside my brain

"no,"
i told her
my voice almost a slur

"he's not yours"
i breathed
in which a response she seethed

"he'll always be nothing, if not mine"
she screeched
******* the life from me like a leech

"never"
i said with a final breath
taking her with me to our death