“We talk too much about heartbreak and broken tales, where are the happy endings and magical fairy tales?”

I hope you find someone, who pours love like rain during monsoon, onto all broken parts of you.

The world kept breaking you and here you are- still soft, still loving, how strong of you to maintain your magic in a world where everyone loses their essence.

I’m sorry love scares me, I’ve only seen it end in pain.

The pain keeps dripping down my eyes, but it never really stops hurting.

Even the stars cried when they wrote our fate, a love so deep yet we had to separate.

I stay kind, for the hurt in me knows, pain needs love to heal.

I am fire on the verge of ignition, don’t mistake me for a flame and then blame me for your destruction.

Self love is breaking your own heart to save your soul from shattering.

I know you are afraid to love again, but let the thrill of love be bigger than your fear of hurt.

Loves a drug, the one who overdoses bears the consequences.

My heart is aching and my eyes tearing, will i ever get the love i always keep trying to give others?

With a heart like yours, you could keep pouring love for an eternity, why not give some to yourself?

If you were ever to cut my flesh open, i would bleed in broken dreams & love i failed to give. for all that i have not done consume me more than all of the things I’ve done.

Things have changed, pain doesn’t scare me anymore love does.

So much love to give but none to give too.

I broke my own heart in loving yours.

I try so hard to cloak my impurity so that I can hide my shadows from everyone around me. I’ll summon this will, and instead, command it to keep myself alive.

I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go. So find someone great, don’t find someone better. I hope you are happy but don’t be happier.

Got a broken ego, broken heart.

My original appearance now is impure and that is why I try so hard to hide it from everyone harder than I work on keeping myself alive.

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.

It’s a sad thing, protecting a breakable heart.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

No matter how much this broken heart heals I still wake up alone.