and even after falling asleep on your chest all those times it took me  seven months to realise your heart doesn't beat for me the way mine beats for you, maybe it never will. and I swear that there's a fragment of you stuck in every part of my body, but most importantly you're the artery in my heart that keeps my blood pumping through my hollow veins and the day you leave the part of you that keeps me alive will disappear and there will be nothing I can do but internally bleed through out my skin because I could never show you my pain.