No that's fine,
I didn't need my heart.
It was a nuisance that got in the way when it came time to make important decisions.
It was a screen, blurring my vision from what was really in front of me.
It was an impulse giver, whispering to my brain that what I felt was real and pure.
It was an alcoholic substance, intoxicating me into acting on things that I felt.
It was dead weight in my chest, making emotions feel ten times heavier than usual.
It was a cinder block tied to my feet, making it impossible to run away.
It was a hand around my throat, choking off my life breath.
It was a bruise, visible, and when struck, excruciating.
It was yours. All yours.
And you took it, dangled it in front of me, and made me watch while you burned it to ashes.
No really that's fine,
I didn't need it, and now it won't distract me from reality.