I hate you but then I love you. It's like I want to push you off a cliff and then run to the bottom to catch you.

I'm hurting so bad inside, I wish you could see. I'm struggling to be someone that isn't even close to me.

I can embrace myself, hold my own hand, love me - but I can't gaze into my own eyes and feel my own soul lift me up.

How many tears must I shed to cleanse myself of you?

Just for this one night I will not think about you. I will have fun, and laugh again. And enjoy every minute. Tomorrow I will deal with the hangover.

I like the snot to run a little, the tears to accumulate a bit before reaching for the handkerchief. Then I know I'm really crying. Crying just isn't crying unless it's messy.

Sometimes you just have to turn your back and walk away....Whether you walking out on your friends, your family, or the love of your life...Sometimes walking away is the hardest thing to do but the best thing in the end...

Where is the "good" in goodbye?

"Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color."

Sometimes it's not about missing someone. It's wondering if they're missing you