Do you see this storm raging in my heart? Do you see how my blood whirlpools and sucks your very entity in? How could you then ask me to ride with you on a boat that sails through that whirlpool? Do you think of me as so less of a human that I would lead you to the eye of the storm, oblivious to the fact that there is a storm that exists? 

My heart refuses to separate oxygenated blood from deoxygenated blood. All my arteries and veins are in a mesh. My body is going to kill me. See what you do to me? 

You’ll literally be the death of me.