Matters of the heart

I stare at it in disgust As it palpitates externally; A reject from my body. It is not a part of me anymore for I have Disowned it. Vital for life, yet I detest its existence. Mangled, Distorted. Distorted by the wounds it bears, Broken beyond repair. It beats with short outbursts, Trying to catch its breath. But I do not need it anymore. I am scarred from its suffering. A heart incapable of love.