I write with my hands

I might break my hands so that I will never write another word about you. It would help me get over how I'm feeling. I would be forced to deal with and forget words written. It's what drew you in and what made me realize I loved you. Not the first but the latter. I was in love with you. Anyways, it was my writing that brought you in. Like a venus fly trap calling towards a fly. I had no intentions of hurting you though I did a few times. I could go back to June and remember those words but those words are old and dusty and hold no meaning. So to stop my pen I will break the thing that holds it. I won't be able to hold back if I don't. I won't write nor breath a word of you. I will erase myself from existence and you won't be able to bother me.