Jar of my little poems

I wrote my pen pal a letter, and she received half my heart. I told her that the next half would be on installments. 

She cried her eyes out, while we swam in the pool of her tears. 

She kissed my scar and swore to bleed blue. I kissed the doubt from her lips and swore to strangle tomorrow for her.

Her heart I sunk in the jar of my little poems, wishing her to drown in my arms. 

And she has...