A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows teh open sea.

Just a few little memories can devour a nightmare and turn it into a dream.

I feel like my life is just one cruel fairytale made up by some twisted mind with a sick sense if humor.

And when I finally asked the questions I've been dying to ask, the answers hurt me to my very core.

One moment everything is wonderful between is and I think "Maybe that love is returning." But then one of them comes into the room and you turn away like I was never there.

I'm your heart attack in black hair dye.

Breathe to me your broken dreams.

It's not so bad... You're only the best I ever had... </3

This is killing me. Can't you see I need you?

And even as I carry your child inside, you still choose to ignore me. What am I to tell -our- baby when it grows up?