“Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.”

All those questions that I was too afraid to ask? In the end I lay down cold welcoming the answers to tear me in half.

A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.

Honesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.

Its like you sat back and listened saw everything it would take you learnt how to hurt me perfectly and then could hardly wait.

I guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.

They say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.

The more you push to get close to me, the more I’ll withdraw. You’ll never catch me. Not if I don’t want to be caught.

Put the memories away keep them safe especially the good (they cause the most pain)

Maybe the way you seem to feel safe with your arms in mine means I’m not all broken maybe there’s something good inside.

Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.

You love me some days I’m honestly sure of it. You think I haven’t noticed and I’ll pretend I didn’t. You love me somedays and that’s okay with me.

I fell accidentally like Alice into a whole world anew I found, When I fell accidentally in love always and ever with you.

A long time ago I came to realize that no matter where I am no distance I could go can ever make my heart forget you’ve made a home inside my soul.

How disheartening and yet a kind of relief that you too turned out to be just like all the rest. How freeing it is to watch the sun rise and set without you.

How is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.

Nothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.

Let me show you just how bad good love can be.

Count your blessings. Every time I am doing bad I count my blessings. And I always lose count. Try that sometime.

I don’t react to a tragic happening any more. I took so many bad things as a kid and some people think I don’t care about anything. It’s just too hard for me to get emotional. I can’t cry no more.

Playing a bad guy is always more fun than playing the good guy.

I wasn’t stealing cars at like, six. But I’ve always been bad.

It’s not bad people I fear so much as good people. When a person is sure that he is good, he is nearly hopeless; he gets cruel- he believes in punishment.

A system in which we may have an enforced rest from legislation for two years is not bad.

I have a two-story house and a bad memory, so I’m up and down those stairs all the time. That’s my exercise.