Gave up on love. Grabbed a pen and spilled. Gazed at my laptop and the space was filled. Got my heart, cut into pieces, and pasted it onto paper. I'm done, words are my distractions. I'm tired, the keys are soothing. I'm back to write about my feelings, not yours. Though I am here to please you, always remember that in the parts where I hit you, those are the parts that abuse me. Though I tend to be a daft, I say I have no heart, there is still something deep inside keeping me alive. ♥