I could never lose a staring contest with you....because i could stare into ur beautiful eyes for eternity

You hear songs and read poems about broken heart
You think it's just a figure of speach
But it's true
I feel a sinking feeling where my heart is
My heart is....broken

Love is the slow diabolical twist towards the inevitability of a demonic fuel filled hatred

I'm so very lonely...I get attatched way too easily because of it...but the feeling of having somebody to love and to live for makes suicide less tangible