His Heart

I walked down the hallway of the school to meet my crush, I've been in love with him since 6th grade. My love for him gets me through the day and keeps me awake at night. My obsession with him consumes my everything, he has stolen my heart. He wrote me a letter saying he wanted to talk. My foot steps getting closer and closer. The words I hear from his lips making me step back in shock, "I don't like you like that". He stole my heart, so I stole his. On my dresser in a jar, lies the heart of the betrayer, the destroyer of hope.