You know today I decided to go through all your old things. Because heaven knows you would leave them to hurt me. And it was when I saw that poem that you had wrote but never givin me, that I realized I was wrong.

Theres a not so magical land just out of reach from the rest of the world. In it the predictable is the unpredicatable, and noone has the ability to love. "Oh, what's it's name," you ask? ....MY HEART.

Lies, Lies, and more lies. So when I riped that letter in half I realized two things. The first rip is always the hardest, and as I sat there riping that letter up I never wanted to stop. The second thing I realized is paper can only rip so much.

I have a bad habit of wanting things to be the way they once where.

It doesn't matter how many hearts you have, because none of them count if just ONE is broken.

You see the thing about inspiration is you can't find it, you have to let it find you.

You see in all your little lies there is one big truth. But I gave up looking for it when I found out I was only one of your lies.

Oh how many times you said you loved me. Then I found out it was all a lie. Then after we called it quits and you had a while to think. You decided you really did love me. You can tell me that all you want but my heart won't let me believe you.

Bad choices turn into regret, regret turns into a heart break, a heart break turns into a humbling experence.

Here go for it take my heart. Broken and all.