My heart = His decoration

my heart is just for decoration
at least thats what he told me.
something he could carrie and show the world
a possesion that meant nothing.
he threatened to collapse it in his fists.
he told me that i had no control.
"your nothing without me"
with each pulsating motion
his grip grew tighter.
he was afraid that i'd learn the truth
my heart could never be his
and he'd gain nothing even in its death.
but fear forbade me to move.
not an inch did he give me.
deprived of oxygen
i was caused to shrivel
to die, to become nothing
not even a memory.
lost in this oblivion
with all the others who'd come before me.