Heartless

Nothing about love lasts forever. I'm no longer the same girl that looks at love like it's rainbows and cotton candy. The shit hurts. It's dark and messy as hell. I can't allow that type of energy in my life. The four, pink walls that shield my heart are made of steel. I promised myself after Tyriek that I would never let love in again, but here that son of a bitch is banging on my heart's door trying to push its way in. So I lay here, smoking a blunt, asking myself: Chyna, does your heart ...