I am emotionless
Okay?
Sadness turns our features not to porcelain
But clay

It's amazing when you talk about love
What people have to say
But love has fangs 
with jaws that bite

And the punctures 
never go away

I've been torn up, stepped on,
ripped apart
Left around in shreds
All From the start

It is a mess
What is considered a "heart"
Mine is mangled and mashed
And punctured by a dart

You didn't care about me
But I didn't care about you too
If there was a blanket of affection
You'd see mine straight through

We weren't meant to me
And that I knew
But if you need someone to blame
I'd still say it was you