how did it come to this?
I wish I could pull my heart out. Serve it on a platter for you. Give it to you as a last memento of the love that never was. End my suffering. The heart: the cause of all my troubles. Night after night I lay awake, my entire body numb from sleep but the only one organ that does not cease. The palpitations of my heart reminds me of you. My unruly heart that ran away with you and refuses to come back. My heart that is no longer mine. Its physical form stays in me but it has long ago fled to you in spirit, escaping the warmth of my cavity to encounter hardship and tumultuous adventures you provide. The heart's desires is not always what's good for it. And so in this case, it is. All you did do is return my heart in the mail, bruised and battered, the seal not even broken
