The feel of your heart, not only can I feel it with my own, but I can see through your eyes. Your worries that bring you down, the pain that bleed from it, and the emotions that form from it as well. They aren't something to toy around with
People pull on your heart, they yank it from you like a flower that's been pulled from its roots, and when they tear it, your left thinking ,why did it have to happen like this.They treated it so poorly, like trash, like it didn't matter at all. your heart is left behind so beat up and bent out of shape that you think what you say doesn't matter at all, Like no ones listening to your words, you feel like your brains on mute.
Even though you don't want to talk, I can see it in your eyes. you don't want that risk anymore so you keep to yourself, you close your heart from the world around you, as you retreat to your sanctuary.
Nobody seems to care when its not there's to care about. a heart isn't a pouching bag, and when it breaks, to risk further damage, you disappear from the sight of others. You don't want your heart to be stepped on, you don't want people to pull and twist it ether, so even if you don't talk, your eyes can sometimes tell all.
Just Like that same flower that's been pulled from its roots and the pedals that fly from your hands, just like the emotions of your heart that will slowly repair themselves. through the look in your eyes
Your heart will never truly die