like...
my black heart
is cold like ice,
when i see you
my heart melts
into a thousand puddles,
when you give me a red rose
it turns black,
when it gets in my hands
the thorns regrow
to puncure my skin
i enjoy the blood trickling down my skin
but other people look at me with disgrace
like i did something to them
i think what did i do to them?
then it hits me i did nothing to deserve
their punishment
