“The saddest song you’ll ever know is the one my heart plays for you.”

It is no longer skin that I wear. It is you.

My poetry breaks and cries. I think I really need to let you go this time.

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.

I will never find peace in my broken pieces.

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.

A youthful heart does not tolerate injustice and cannot bow to a “throw-away culture” nor give in to the globalization of indifference.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.

Everything that comes together falls apart.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

I’m scared that every girl I care for will find a better man and end up happier in the long run.

You can have it all without suffering from a meltdown.

The ability to be surprised is hidden in all of our hearts.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.