AN: I have no idea where this came from…maybe the applesauce I was eating while writing this caused it, I just don't know. Anyways, enjoy! And please, please, please review. :)

I only own some paper, pens, and my imagination. Not Victorious.

Happy Valentine's Day, sweethearts!

Looting Her Heart

He walked away. From his life and from her.

A note was not left or even a goodbye. Nothing.

Because she was a mistake-a filthy slip. Not anything more.

But he noticed too late.

He went crazy while she stayed sane.

"We were supposed to go mad together."

She put him down and he loved it. That's the reason why he loved her. (If he ever did.) He adored being miserable.

He was a ticking time bomb, and she knew it. He drove her away but she always came back. Loving her hurt, but was it wrong or right? She was bitter and (for all anyone else knew) he was sweet. Their relationship held no melodious memories. Only acid reminders.

They were a fucking mess.

He had secrets that she just could not keep and she withheld mysteries he didn't understand. They had problems no one could solve and fixed things that were meant to be broken.

"I love you," were the worse words to ever escape her lips. Saying it back felt strange on his tongue, so he never did. She kicked and bit while he trashed and screamed, both just trying to break free. Little did they know that they'd always be snared in a cruel trap titled life.

They were destined to fall.

But she's his past and will never be his future.

Now, he already had his arm linked around the slender waist of another girl. –Trying to forget-

This one wore black and hated everything. She had piercings and violet highlights.

Simply lovely.

By now, he had already uncoiled the locks and chains protecting her heart. It took time and, slowly, he fell in love with her too.

But she put him down and kicked and bit, just like her.

This time, though, he will not walk away.

He'll run.