There is a reason Salsa Shark does not write love poems to boys in her English class. If you ever needed proof, it can be found below in poem form. Or so they say.
This drek doesn't even have a title.
All I ever wanted was to be a part of it all.
My eyes have seen much,
but my lips have never tasted your sweet breath.
My heart has never been cupped in your hands,
my heart has never been rended to pieces by your beautiful hands.
My soul has never bled for someone like you
until this moment.
All I ever wanted was for you to break my heart.
I wanted to see my heart twisted and broken in your hands,
blood on your immaculate wrists.
I wanted you to crush my swollen heart in your fingers.
I wanted to watch you twist and tear it into a million pieces.
I wanted it never to be put together again.
I want to be a part of this world.
I want to be apart from this world.
Make me a part of it.
Take my heart and destroy it.
Take me and make me into nothing.
Ring my heart dry,
squeeze the blood out of me,
squeeze the life out of me,
give me everything.
All I ever wanted was for you to break my heart,
for you to make me a part of a world
that never seemed to want me in the first place.
I care not for the sweet romances of youth,
nor do I care for passionate embraces, sordid affairs.
I want to feel.
I want you to scrape my soul from my core.
I want you to drain me 'til there is not a drop left.
I want you to leave me empty, and begging for more.
All I ask of you is to break my heart.
I will be bruised and broken,
shattered, destroyed. Mangled beyond repair.
Bloody pulp at your feet.
But I will have tasted ambrosial, acidic love on my lips,
as my broken, shattered heart ceases to beat,
and I will have died a happy woman.