My Heart Beats In All the Wrong Places

This is an unfinished work. I can't finish it-I don't know how it ends. What's a girl to do?

Layer after layer, I tear this all apart...only to find you at the bottom of it. And you're so damn beautiful that it hurts me to know you. My heart shifts-I feel it move inside my chest. I hear the soft din that screams "this is not right", and I want to run-hard and fast. I want to untie all the knots and break down this foundation that keeps me so safe.

An' that's all I've got. boo. I hate unfinished biz-niz. werd.