I still remember how it all came back together
just to fall apart again

You still cross my mind from time to time and I mostly smile, still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why. So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen, trying to figure out what my head thinks

How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. It's like a book elegantly bound but in a language that you can't read.

I cannot lose you. Because if I ever did, I'd have lost my best friend, my soul mate, my smile, my laugh, my everything

I had always thought of myself as a good person. But most people do. Even as they cheated on their lovers and averted their eyes from the homeless. You could ask a wife beater if he was a good person, and he'd probably say yes.

I know I tore two worlds apart but I can't change the way I felt. Love swept in like a storm, and ripped the hinges from the doors

I guess that's what saying goodbye is always like - like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on earth for - to find out how much a person could take without breaking

We walked arm in arm, but I didn't feel his touch. A desire I'd first tried to hide, that tingling inside was gone and when he asked me: 'do you still love me?' I had to look away, I didn't want to tell him that my heart grows colder with each day

Just want some one to say to me, I'll always be there when you wake