Intensity causes havoc

It is you who caused this havoc in my heart,
And all this chaos in my body.
I looked at you like some masterpiece art,
Yet you bit me through your canvas, when I was screaming: PLEASE STOP!
A dress i am which was badly damaged,
A dress beggars would only afford.
All the damage—The result of all loose threads
I might be mangled yet beware, I'm still not dead.

It is you, how I'm lost in my intensities and no way out.
The pain, the agony; under my chest—
The tense hatred of my phone I carved,
The need of someone to save me, with teared eyes.
Tears? "No i can't shed any"
That's how i thought, yet you proved me wrong.
Got No cash neither am in debt with any,
Didn't know I'd get hurt, from you especially.