My Analogy of a Heart

Am I the only one who looks in distain at the people who laughs at I love you?
I'm testifying for the heart I have left out on the table, for a protector; or for a butcher.
There you have it, right out of my chest and I am not certain why; but I'm laying it all out.
I can't give you a better warning, don't fall for the guy who looks at this world with such a bland taste.
Every story has an ending, and I'm taking a few days off to let this page write itself.
I feel inclined to be honest with you; I feel the feeling that things are going to start falling apart before it falls together.
Every time your breath speaks; its a allure that makes my heart stop on this splinted table before us.
I'm doing all I can to not lose control; these wings that aren't on my back want to take off for them self.
I am separated from dreams and reality, don't take these "i's" and "you's" as a commitment, just take them as a rumor.
We all pump the same blue blood, read the same stories; and except us to be different; not me, I'm the same as myself.
I'm guilty of the wrongs I have done, but no amount of good will take away those wrong I have brought on me and others.
This story line isn't straight, so I would advise you to tred lightly when you read, because you will find the wrong paths.
Some things aren't meant to be written about; today I'm wringing out the soul of all impurities and this is what will fall on my paper.
Invincibility is nothing short of knowing not of what will in reality take us down; vulnerability is knowledge of this.
Stable walls will fall apart in this story and there isn't always going to be a good ending; no matter how hard you try to make it.
I know what you don't know, and visa versa, this is where our differences will really dull out what we are.
Just because our metal is rusted, doesn't hurt to polish it every now and then; even though these chunks were hard earned.
There's going to be a flat line somewhere along the lines of this legend; and I'm not going to be around to see it.
I can't halt the feeling of forever; nor stop the feeling of never; I'm marching along side time and paranoia in the grasp of my hands.
Every meaning turning out to be another stone in the gravel, insignificance is the reality that burdens me; not of myself but of everything.
Pour some water on this; make the marks that will stand out on my heart forever; sucks for the person touching these true calluses.
I can't begin to make you understand the knowledge I retain in myself; but I'll begin to tell you of the things that can't be carried; for one is my heart laying out right here.
Cling to your stereotypes or cling to you insecurities because no matter how much you try to move it; it just won't budge
This is my analogy of a heart; if I'm being too cryptic then better suck it up anyway; because I'm not going to be the one flat lined here.
I might be gone for a while, I might be gone for never; there are things that I can't write down for your own good.
I recently discovered the key to sanity; the keyhole you're just going to have to call insanity.
There isn't a good way to end this; it can do it by itself.