My heart has never been touched before.
But it was struck, down to the core.
Yes, it was torn, bleeding alone, silently weeping, detached from the bone.
I asked it to whisper, it continued to squeak, "hush you wretched thing", it continued to speak.
"Be quiet you fool, please let me be, please let him leave, don't let him see". But my heart jumps, I can't hide its beat, the way that it moves me, to the edge of my seat.
It continues to pound, continues to roar, till I break down and resist it no more.