This is me alone.. (8)

I can feel when you're not thinking of me. You weren't last night.

The feeling tugs at my heart
crushing through bones
and tearing through skin,
Until it falls to the floor
attached by only one artery.

There on the carpet
I  see it softly beating still.

I should call you.

If you say yes
it will be pulled over the edge of the bed
soaking up the bloody mess like a sponge.
There will be no trace of a heart attack.

But if you say no
the artery will be severed
and I'll have a big mess to clean up tomorrow.