i think with my heart (that stubborn thing) so much so, that it aches, and i simply do not contain the strength to both pump (as s.l.o.w.l.y. as it might flow) my frigid lifeforce through this body and LOVE you at the same time...it's too d/i/f/f/i/c/u/l/t/ to pretend to be ALIVE without you, and feel as though i'm d.y.i.n.g when you're gone...i do not posess the t...i...m...e... to pick up the p.i.e.c.e.s after they s/h/a/t/t/e/r from the fall (it's such a looooong way down, you know) over the cliff you have them dangling from (on the tip of your newly painted nails)...you should c-u-t (just SLICE away) my chest immediatley (save us both the breath- or my LACK there of, i'm g.a.s.p.i.n.g. here) or let me slide from your grasp...

Magnus