I feel like you have grabbed a hold of my ribcage and you've yanked it apart.
Flesh splitting at the seams sounds exactly like ripping paper in half.
You watched as my heart started beating faster and faster,
You commented on how empty it was, and how it actually looked as if it was tearing.
"Didn't you know you can actually die from a heartache sweetheart." I smiled softly as I cut the arteries attaching it to me , and I handed it to you with my dying breath.
