Never fond of sharing, only child mentality. 

No matter how much you pleaded, always disinclined. 

Reluctant.

 Guarded my possessions like a soldier guarding a fortress. Through my eyes you we  an angel, the Epitome of beauty and perfection not an ounce of malice in your presence, you deserved the world and anything else I could offer. 

I gave it to you, tore it from my chest and handed it to you like roses on a silver platter, 

so blindly. 

Each time you dropped it i picked it back up and handed it to you with just as much pride as the first time. When you broke it I would mend it like it never was . 

When you neglected it I would dust it off and pretend it was brand new. Even if I wanted to I couldn't get it back. you had it forever, your permanent possession.

 I always waited for you to fill that hole in my chest. For you to give me what I gave you. And you never did. The hole in my chest became darkness, 

Cold and undesirable.

 Heartless.