“Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.”

He and I were like water and oil, We could co-exist, but never quite mixed.

I was blinded by the desire to be wanted that I forgot how to love myself.

I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.

Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.

Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.

I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, its no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time, If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.

I can barely hold a melodic tune but I’ll still sing love songs all about you.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.

I had shed my old skin so I could make room to grow into myself again.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

Mistakes were made. Mine was, believing that you loved me & yours, well you know what you did.

I moved on but love never felt the same.

It’s a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you.

You don’t deserve to be in pain due to someone else’s actions.

An expectation is a hidden agenda with control at its root.

Don’t punish yourself for who you used to be.

If you have a wounded heart, touch it as little as you would an injured eye. There are only two remedies for the suffering of the soul: hope and patience.