"Two broken people can't be together" because they've both seen enough hurt to make a nun commit suicide and they've taken enough pills to **** everyone in their broken families and they've cried enough tears to fill all the bottles of whiskey they downed in sorrow. "Two broken people can't be together" because someone's got to remember to do the laundry and call your best friend and feed the dog. "Two broken people can't be together" because being in love isn't about being the one to hold the gun while you pull the trigger, it's about being the one to kiss your neck in a warm bed at 3 in the morning because those nightmares still jolt you awake every night.  But who better to console you than one who's seen the same things you have?

"TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT" BUT YOU DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS HOLDING THE POISON IN HIS MOUTH; THE SAME TONGUE THAT MADE A BED OF FLOWERS SHOT VENOM DOWN YOUR THROAT

a wild imagination = a permanently broken heart

THE WORLD'S VIRTUE MAKES ME SORRY

it's always the little things that get romanticized but nobody really notices the little things like the way you smoke a cigarette with shaking hands and shifty eyes and how one of my eyebrows is smaller than the other and how the sunlight mixes with the sky and makes the river appear yellow and blue simultaneously and the pictures in your basement have never collected enough dust to be seen and maybe the little things don't really matter but ******* do they make life a whole lot prettier

everyone is intrigued by the girl who sits in trees in her sunday best, bare feet and a shiny silver locket clasped round her neck.

You know we used to swim in your pool, but where did you go? I can't seem to comprehend how scraped knees can bleed for so many years. And how can a name taste so sour that your lips stayed puckered? I stomped on your glasses and left you searching, not that you deserved it but I thought i needed it.