Do not break my heart gently.
Flatten it beneath your tire.
Squeeze all the blood from its veins,
Or burn it to ash in a fire.
Grind it up in the kitchen sink,
Or carve it apart with a knife.
I don't really mind the method,
Just as long as it has no more life.
For though its home is in my chest,
To you it always stays true.
So while you leave, please kill it first,
So it can finally stop beating for you.
Dear Lady , I pray that these poetic lines remain in the world of fiction and never become true ! BEST WISHES , -Raj