Sour Patch Kids

Without knowing, my heart beseeched my eyes. I'd fallen in love; My heart leaving my chest to find a home against the throb of hers. The many pieces vibrant in hue, The jitters of learning how to walk, to bask in the same air someone you care about breathes in. My heart had left me behind to indulge in the lips of hers. Big stupid grin imprinted under huge eyes. Contents, poured out of the package into open hands. It stumbled as it walked; My heart made of jelly like substance. Upon where her heart would be there was nothing there, An cliff with an note attached. Upon reading her heart shortly appeared. Grinning with much delight. Before my heart could spew its affection, her heart pushed mine off the cliff. Note fluttering in the wind. Sweet, then bitterly sour. The throb of her heart