“I felt for so long like love had forgotten my name until the day you said it.”

No one knows how bad this hurts and I won’t tell them Cause I know I’m going to stay and I don’t feel like being judged for it.

I’m sorry is no longer a healing balm. It won’t happen again is just another lie.

Love me to the bone beneath the nerves beyond my mistakes beneath my veins and even as my heart breaks. Love me entirely or not at all.

I’m stuck between loving life and losing my faith in humanity.

I’m not looking for perfect just something worth believing in.

I can’t think of anything more beautiful than being loved by you.

Night falls, and the wounds we try to pretend we don’t have begin to haunt us.

The war between my mind and my heart has been the biggest destruction of my peace.

We cling to others because we feel like we won’t be able to do better. If you keep telling yourself that, then that’s all you’ll ever believe.

We willingly bleed ourselves dry for those we care without ever stopping to question, when is it enough?

I never wanted perfect. I just wanted happy. I’m still figuring out what that looks like.

In a world where so many yearn to be liked I rather be respected.

I write what I can’t say. I weep for these emotions.

I will minimize your place in my life till your absence is no longer an issue.

Not everyone you love is going to love you the way you need.

Sometimes letting go isn’t the loss you think it is.

She said a good day ain’t got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been.

To this day, if I ever meet grownups who play ukulele, I love ’em.

I can only get up and do my chores and push through the day and find the good in it.

Just because you’re doing something doesn’t mean that you’re fearless but you get up every day and you do it. It takes a lot of courage to be real.

There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you’d had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting.

I’m maturing as a man. I’m maturing more inside the ring, but at the end of the day I’m still Adrien Broner.

I don’t like talking. It’s how I’m built. Some people gab all day and some play it smogo. I don’t mind talking or smiling, it’s just I don’t do it very much. I haven’t got a smiling face or a talking mouth.

If one day I have a daughter and my daughter wants to be a model, I would never let her!