Uneedmemorethanineedyou [x]

she was always a sweet girl- maybe that's why they wanted her insides.

they took them, it's true, but she opened up and let them in. she didn't know what else to do. "give me your love," they would say, "and I'll be your best friend."

but she didn't realize how greedy they were. they wanted it all. they smiled and said "thank you, love you," as they ripped out her heart. they replaced it with everything they didn't want.

and the sweet girl now had someone else's insecurities, sadness, fears, someone else's hate. she smiled back and said "love you too," but she couldn't mean it anymore. they'd taken it all.

but she began to heal, the good things filling up the blackness where her heart had been. and what she first regained was pity.

they didn't want that. they pushed her away and said "don't feel sad for me, don't, I've got love and happiness," but they didn't say it wasn't their own.

so she left and she regained her optimism. she made new friends, and they didn't ask for love but she handed it to them anyway. they were full to the brim with love and happiness that they had earned, for being as sweet as she had been.

and she wanted it. the empty place in her chest wasn't filling up fast enough, she wanted them to share. and they would have, if she asked. but she had regained her conscience. so she pushed them away, unwilling to steal. the blackness started to swallow her up again.