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

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.

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

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.

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.