Why am I still surprised?

"I can have another you by tomorrow, so don't you ever for a second get to thinking, you're irreplaceable." -- Irreplaceable

If I can, I'll rip you into bits and stuff your heart into my pocket.

When it stops beating,

I'll keep squeezing it to keep it alive,

simply because I want you to experience 

how I feel right now. 

The joy of seeing you

getting shred into tiny pieces is 

nearly comparable 

to the misery I am going through

right now. 

I am possessive and greedy

(I agree that is a fucking ugly emotion), 

but honestly,

you're don't even belong here anyway. 

Why the hell are you still doing here,

 taking away the precious little time I have?

But if that is that really the case,

that can only mean one thing.

That I am replaceable and I am 

no longer important.

That's always the case isn't it? 

Really wonder why am I still surprised and why the fuck is my heart still aching?