Meet Mr Heart perched on my finger via the aorta, looking disturbingly like a puppet of some sort. (Do you see his mouth?)
Pulling on your heartstrings. (aka chordae tendinae, but that doesn't sound half as romantic.)
She scares me because she reminds me of myself some years back. I don't want her to endure what I once went through. It's deceiving; you think you are strong but it only makes you weaker. Please stop?