I am writing this to the wickedest being of them all. To the thing that keeps me attached to a fantasy. To the object that I need to live yet detest. This pungent thing that won't stop beating for the wrong beings. Why must it make me feel oh so in love? When it knows I will only get hurt. I have pleaded with it many times. Please don't fall in love. Yet it won't listen and only keeps hurting both itself and I. Such a stupid heart I have. But when it beats so desperately towards another heart. When it throbs and speeds up against my ribs. Oh, when it falls in love. It is the most splendid feeling. I find myself in such euphoria. Not a day will go by when my heart won't beat for ___. But dear heart, why must it be all pain after the euphoric days? Why can't you settle for another heart that beats for you? Why why why must it be the unreachable ones? Why must you do this to me?
To my wicked heart,
Zayra
