“There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.”

I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.

In an endless universe, she needed space.

I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.

Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.

Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.

I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.

Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.

True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.

If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.

It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.

She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.

There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.

He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.

I’m wrong but I’m real.

Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.

She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

It never hurts to have friends around, so that’s why you’d form a crew.

Hurt me with the truth. Don’t comfort me with a lie.

We should always be ready to lend a hand when someone is hurting.

If it hurts to breathe, open a window.

The moment you understand the importance of loving yourself, you will stop hurting others.

Nobody is hurt. Hurt is in the mind. If you can walk, you can run.

I’m a guy who tries to be successful in all that I do, and when you fall short, it hurts.