Hearts Like Peanuts and Stickers.

suck me in, spit me out. try to wipe the dirty flavour from your mouth. i'll linger there, like you linger in my mind. but my heart, thats a different story. far from broken, yet i thought i was in love. its empty. hollow. perhaps its made of tin. do i even have a heart? or many spread throughout, like peanuts or stickers? in my lungs, my calves, my wrists, my teeth. you didn't get to them all. you left me with something. which is why i dont mind, why i wont cry over it.