Let me tell you about my heart. Like they said in Closer, it looks like a fist covered in blood. But, my god, it is so much more than that. Cut my chest wide open, crack some ribs, and pull it out. It is too large for my chest and too free for my body. It has a mind of its own and I have no control over it, yet it weighs me down day by day. I know better, I do, but this heart of mine insists that it is the best decision maker around. This heart… this big, bloody, pumping, deceiving, crushed heart of mine; it doesn’t belong to me anymore. Someone, come and take it, quick, before I drown within my own chest.