Her sensitivity struggles to live within a hostile world and that same hostility, struggles to live within her heart

Her corrupt love is like cholesterol clinging and condemning my heart to slow death

Kiss her so deep on the inside, until you've become her introvert. Make her heart pump so bad to passions, it thumps out of her chest to become her extrovert.

I have a heart like moon. still glowing in a extremely battered state

You're never heartless. Just subdue evasive; until company deserving your magic manifests

The truth is not a weapon it is a necessity. Show those ears of hearts no mercy in its telling.