Broken people break people.
Once I met a guy.
He shoved my hand upon his chest.
He asked me to feel his heartbeat.
"Can you feel it beating? "
" It’s so fast that I feel like it would popped out of my ribs."
“You have that effect on me whether you know it or not, ” he said.
And he’s been the subject of my mind.
I can’t get him off.