“I will never find peace in my broken pieces.”

You left me with nothing. But the gift to write the most beautiful sad poems.

My lonely soul drowns in empty bodies.

Nothing feels like home anymore. Even this heart of mine demands to be yours.

To love you is a battle that takes wars to stop.

It’s okay. I’ve been here before. The truth is I’m quite good with goodbyes.

It hurts. That every time I smile, you believe me.

I tell myself I can live without you. And it terrifies me that I don’t know how to.

I loved you in pain and when I began to bleed I called it magic.

I ache to know how it feels to be without having a weight on my soul.

Be gentle with me. I own scars that do not bleed.

I don’t know if it was suicide to love him. What I mean is, He very much ruined me.

I will always be the one who made you into poetry.

I know there is no such thing as forever. But I promise I will love you until the very end.

I’m drowning. And the air is nowhere to be found. Yet I pretend to breathe anyway.

Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.

Years passed and left me behind stuck in the past with you.

You break her heart, I’ll break your neck.

Life goes on within you and without you.

Most people don’t have that willingness to break bad habits. They have a lot of excuses and they talk like victims.

I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing.

There’s a natural law of karma that vindictive people, who go out of their way to hurt others, will end up broke and alone.

A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul – His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control.

I’m still searching for an angel with a broken wing. It’s not very easy to find them these days.

Men keep agreements when it is to the advantage of neither to break them.