It will not kill you.

Of all the things to risk, of life and limb, the heart is always the most dangerous. For if it all falls apart, it will not kill you. It will merely bring you to the brink of death from the inside out, but it will not kill you. It will debilitate you beyond the disfunction that any loss of extremity could, but it will not kill you.

No. It lets you live. An organ on death row. Shrinking away until there is nothing but a chest cavity filled with failed attempts, songs and letters for no one, and the occasional regret.