“Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.”

He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.

How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.

He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.

Some souls were never meant to be content.

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.

The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.

You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.

Every now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.

Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.

I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.

I drink to the ones that can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.

I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.

When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.

I’d rather miss you in your absence then neglect in your presence.

I know the world gave you too much pain, but do not inflict it further on others.

Don’t put me in the condition where I have to show how cold my heart can get.

The Higher you give the lesser you Receive. 

It is really beautiful to hear I miss you from someone close to your heart.

If the music does not penetrate the heart, the soul, the mind, and the body. Then you ain’t gon’ feel it.

Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

When in doubt, we follow our hearts. Words can be false, images and sounds can be manipulated. But this – He tapped his chest, over his heart. ‘This is always true.