Intrusion

I'm sorry for intruding
On your little heart
But you seem to have forgotten
That in it is my part;
A part where I reside
In the chambers of the beats
A place I claim as mine
To stay as I see fits.
Hurry remember, don't forget,
Your heart belongs to me
And no measures of intense regret,
Will I give it back, you see.
So I'm sorry for intruding
On your broken beating ticker.