I think that possibly maybe perhaps this could work. Cause I’m not saying I’m falling for you but your excitement for life is beautiful and contagious and I can’t help but crack a smile when my phone pings. It’s not anything yet but maybe it has potential to grow.

Seven days until I am hurtled back into hell crashing like a meteor and shattering on impact. I thought I was broken here but back there I’m going to be pulverized and unable to show any weakness. I just can’t wait to smile and converse with the man who said he loved me as he shoved me into the pavement. Or perhaps the one who was waiting for me in my drive way the day after we broke up. Or even worse …her. I don’t know if I can look into her beautiful eyes that used to love me and see the pain that I caused her. I just want to climb out of a window onto the roof and jump into the void.

•The feeling of utter isolation from the world even when surrounded by “friends and family”.
•The belief that not a single soul would miss you if you were dead.
• Being eradicated from social gathering because of one stupid rumor.
•Not even wanting to socialize with the two people who might care a little.

-Synonyms: Me

Burn them all
Burn all of the words that suggest that everything is not okay
Burn them all
451 degrees is all you need to erase the pain
Words unspoken can’t be true
I take them back
All of them
Burn them all
Everything is fine
Nothing bad has ever happened to me
No one has every hurt me
I am perfectly happy
Burn them all
Conform to the hub of society
Be happy
Be whole
Befriend those who conform
Shun those who don’t
Take all of those words that define you
And burn them all
Then sit in the flames and burn too.

I shared with you my favorite things.
Not tangable stuff like diamond rings
But things that showed you who I am
Cause you were harmless as a lamb

I shared with you my favorite movie
It became yours too as if to prove we
Were meant to be together all along
Especially when we sang that song
I could tell our love was strong

I shared with you my favorite book
We read together in our little nook
Our secret part of the library
And though at first you were wary
I knew it was you I’d want to marry

I shared with you my deepest fears
how loneliness had stung with tears
and you just held me in your arms
Threatening death to whoever harms
Me. While I fell for all your charms

I shared with you all of my heart
Knowing for sure you are the best part
Of everything that came in life
That with you I could forget my strife
And become your humble, loving wife.

You took from my my favorite things
I wish it had only been the rings
I haven’t watched that movie since
And when I read I always wince
Cause on my heart you left some prints
And that was my love you decided to mince

yes it seems you left some scars
Yet I’m not mad the blame was ours
To share because I made a mistake
And the worst decision I have yet to make
Is never saying sorry and just leaving you to ache.

Night time hurts.
Not because I am alone.
I am always alone in a sense.
No. Because at night I remember.
I remember all the time I wasted being depressed and anxious.
I remember all the bruises I’ve had to hide.
I remember how unloved I truly am.
But most of all I remember that I am broken.
And the harsh awareness of how broken you feel is the most painful thing of all.