You threw my heart on the ground and cut it shreads... what makes you think I can let you do it again... </3

Falling for you was the [[ worst ]] thing I could have ever done to myself. If I could have known that something as simple as f.a.l.l.i.n.g. would leave me with much more than just a scratch, I would have never done it.

How can I be falling for you when I am clearly in love with him?

"baby. you're the [right] kind of [wrong]"

please comment my poem "she is still his angel" i would greatly appreciate it and i'll make sure to comment back (: