“I suffer in the “almost” of things. Almost there, almost right, almost yours.”

If I feel everything, is that a gift or a burden?

We couldn’t be friends because God knows we were meant to be lovers. Doomed to never belong to each other.

When everything feels a little less real, life becomes all the more frightening.

We were more than merely a product of luck, we were written by the gods.

It’s always the right time to let go of anything that feels wrong.

I don’t know how to leave what has already left me.

I knew it was from the heart because I cried as I said it.

Foolishly hoping you return with a kiss.

Even in my dreams, you’re unsure.

My heart holds your name like it’s the only thing it knows.

He is the love of my life, but not in this life.

I’m a temporary being consumed by a lifetime of fantasies.

Anxiety is on the run and depression sleeps in the next room.

A broken heart will make a poet out of you.

You only loved me in your loneliness.

I knew it would end in tears but hell, I did it anyway.

I realized it was really love when I was living to break myself into a million pieces just to make you whole.

With all your words of glass, I felt the wedding dress rip If I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry why should I want to give you the rest of my life?

Someone who loves you won’t walk away from you so easily. Someone who loves you will hurt over even the idea of being apart from you.

Feed me lies but later watch me breaking all the ties.

If our civilization is to survive, we must break with the habit of deference to great men.

I did everything I could to fix you and in return, you broke me.

And you broke me in all the ways I loved you.

Humans need breaks. Humans need to cry. Humans need to feel mad, sad, happy, and all the emotions in between. And humans need to have boundaries.