My heart.. a tug.

Theres this.........
incompleted
heavy
tangled
unprepared
hole in my heart... well.. not a hole..
not a crack..
but more of a tear.. a rip.

I was ready, ready to take that fall..
not the bad kind..
but the good version of it..
the type where you fall in love.

But i took a step back..
and thats when a tug began.
I saw and heard something i didnt wanna be exposed to..

So the tugging was taken up a notch...
And thats how my heart was separated.. not an expression..
But a movement.