“And I ask myself, How can you love a broken girl?”

One breathe. One-touch. One kiss. And I feel. I feel alive.

Because the most painful wars are the ones we lead against ourselves.

You seek in me your haven of peace and I seek in you my demon’s haven. My haven of fire.

And yes, It’s true, When I miss you too much, I ask the stars about you.

He is the danger and my soul loves it.

And maybe to love each other too much we destroy ourselves.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.

And just like that, he took my hands, looked me in the eyes, and told me that I was all he ever dreamed of. What he’s always been waiting for.

You don’t realize how magical a moment is until it becomes a memory.

And if you saw me alone in a bar tonight. Would you ask me to dance?

We have each other, we make love and then we hate each other and we become strangers.

Are we still in the same world? Then why do I feel so far away from you? As if our two worlds were separated.

I love the way he loves me when I can’t love myself.

Don’t you see? That I kiss you a little harder. That I hug you a little harder. I want you to heal me.

To the girl who thought he was real love, he didn’t love you he just loved the way you made him look.

The smoke left after the aftermath doesn’t seem to leave the atmosphere, and now it has started to burn my lungs.

She hurt deeply because everyone that promised to protect her heart, broke it completely.

Trick me into believing that the world is ending learned things aren’t breaking they’re simply bending now, I can finally do some mending.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

And what am I supposed to do with all this residue?

And I’m bruised but never broken.

You took my heart, hope, love, and trust when you left but you gave me good poetry.