I gave it to you.
Wrapped up, with the prettiest bow you ever did see.
Knowing you, I can trust you.
With my trust, along with the gift, you can never fail.
But if you did, I would be broken.
Do you want me to be broken?
I guess you do.
Because when you opened the gift, you looked at me with disgust.
How can my gift be disgusting?
My gift was anything but.
Although, I suppose that's what I can expect from you.
How else would you take it?
You wouldn't understand.
The gift was my heart.
My love.
My soul.
My everything.
But now, I'm just a broken fool, with an empty box.
Because you took my heart, and broke it into little pieces.
