Curse you, foolish, sentimental heart.
I would sooner tear you from my body than let your wickedness poison me any longer.
Rot. Wither and die before me, as the cavity you left in my chest weeps and bleeds.
I can do without you. I will grieve you not.
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I really like your imagery!
Thank you! I enjoy dark themes and twisted things, and poems like this are the result!
Wither is such a great word.