*And now, a creative writing by your own J.B.N.* Sweet Darling... You tore my heart in two. But the sweet stitches of your kiss were all I needed. Then you walked over my heart on your way out the door, and dusted it off with a bat of your eyes. Now, my heart lies in a pool of blood on the floor, and this time, thats where it stays. Maybe later, it will recover, but not by your hands. And maybe its pain, can lead to its health. All I know is that this pain, will be the last from your hands.