Its the look in his eyes when he says I love you.
Its the way his hands touch me when he goes to hug me.
Its the way his lips caress mine when he kisses me.

Its the way he loves me, that i know its a lie.

&& he whispered to her ;;
"the only way i could ever hurt you
is by holding your hand too tight."

Time has a way of wounding what has healed.

This hurt, a thousand-fold what she must feel. A heart shattered, and all I can think is......why? Why am I always broken and left to bleed and sing my sorrowful song of heart break....

I said hello...
I said hi...
It got replied with a careless goodbye...

Don't let me be the one you regret losing....

These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.

Romeo and Juliet
Act II, Scene VI

Oh don't worry about her. She's always upset. She's always in love with someone who doesn't love her back. She's always heart-broken, so she's fine. By now, she's used to it...

"Little cracks in the concrete are just reminders that you fall apart no matter how strong you are."

He was the one who offered his heart. it was just my mistake to take it, to invite him into a world of misguided happiness and pain without relief. it was my mistake to let him in and not share all that i keep.