I cant even say it, I hate it that much.
But it does, it misses a beat.
What is that supposed to mean? Is it even significant?
It isnt.
Its a heart beat for Gods sake, what has my heart beat got to do with you?
All I know is that when, for that split, minute, fraction of a second, when Im suddenly brought to the realisation that I even have a beating heart, I hate it. I hate my heart.
heart (hÃrt) n.
'The chambered muscular organ that pumps the flow of blood through the entire circulatory ssystem
Its just an organ, that pumps blood.
Is it coincidence that when I see your name (I dont even have to see YOU), but this ORGAN, that pumps at a steady speed, suddenly jumps, stops, changes rhythm....
I dont know what the f**k its doing,
I wish it wouldnt. I wish, and I cry, and I prey, and I feel and think and want and try so hard, so hard. I dream and I scream inside.
Because you.
You are the person who makes me hate my own heart.
