“Sometimes I sit and think about all of the things I’ve lost and I ask the universe why it takes good things from me.”

Late at night I’m awake thinking. I’m afraid of what I’d do to be able to taste you again.

I’d rather be shot by a bullet than to be cut by your words. I’ll die cold on the pavement before I lie in the casket of your assurances.

I will be more than I was yesterday, even if that means I can’t take you with me.

I got what I wanted then I threw it away why do I mess up the only things that want to stay.

A smile made of promises and a heart made of broken chains. She was a beautiful contradiction.

I found peace in my loneliness. I found solace in the quiet. I found love in my reflection.

And as you left my heart cried out then suddenly I was thankful that the cries of the heart can only be felt and not heard.

I want you to love me for me so that all my flaws stitch together and make me whole.

And when she stopped letting him steal her light she shined brighter than every star in the night sky.

Standing alone on the edge wondering if anyone could ache as much as I do.

Words are so powerful treat them as weapons. You say you love someone expect a war.

Like broken clocks we lost our time you moved on but left me behind.

I am not lost I am simply wandering finding my own path creating my own future.

The real damage isn’t something you can touch, its not something you can see. The real damage is in the way I walk its in the way I speak.

One day the waves will crash around me and take my soul to sea. For on that day death will surround me watching happily.

I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

When Good Friday comes, these are the moments in life when we feel there’s no hope. But then, Easter comes.

Find the good and celebrate it.

Very negative is a positive. The bad things that happen to me, I somehow make them good.

A heart makes a good home for the friend.

A good litmus test is that you should be comfortable with your significant other being present when you hang out with your friend.

What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.

A cat’s idea of a ‘good time’ is to kill something.

This is kind of weird, but I eat lemons with salt as snack. They’re so good!