I hate me for
hating you for
liking you,
for being you.

I don't love you because I need you,
I need you because I love you.

A broken heart is the price we pay $ to find our true love.

I can already tell I'm going to have a bad year. . . because you werent here to celebrate New years with me.

When she hugs you for that split second she's holding everything I've lived for. Eveything I've cried over. And all the scares i now have on my wrist.(no thanks to you)

I will admite Im Jelous When I see you with her when I see you kiss her but mostly when I see you hug her. Because when she hugs you shes holding my prized possession my life my love and my angel.

The only way I could ever have a merry Christmas is if you agree to hold me in your arms once again. Thats when I'll forget about all my problems and feel like nobody can touch me. Like nothing can hurt me. And like we will last forever.

The one and only reason I still love you. . . . Because I can hate you. . and still want to be with you. I can't stand not talking, walking, and kissing the only lips I love.

The first time you love might not last but a couple weeks or even a month, but the last time you love will be the truest you've ever had and it will last forever and you're heart will no longer have to break.

When you love and tell somebody that you love them you're opening up you're heart and giving them the opportunity to break it.