It's quite simple,
I love to love things,
that don't love me back.

It feels as if
I never had him
And yet
It seems as though
He was just here
Yesterday.

I always seem to find humor in the sad parts.
They touch my arm and smile at me with pity
and say, you look so healthy.
I smile back and tell them
that I feel so much better.

The truth is,
it gets easier,
then it gets harder.
A rollercoaster of disorders and anger.
The melancholy haunts me.
Makes me think that I was fitter
when I was skinny
and dizzy
and tired and weak.

All I feel now
is like a freak,
with no friends
no passion
no love in my heart.
Just a girl with clothes that don't fit
and hips with stretch marks.

you break my heart
you who loves me so deeply
you make me cry
you who would do anything for me
you make me swoon but you make me sigh
because sometimes love makes you lie.
Sometimes love is not all it is made out to be
it puts a pit in your stomach and leaves an aching in your chest.
that love that you loved so much
causes you to feel more sadness than love
This facade can only last so long
I cant keep telling myself its right
when it feels so terribly, utterly wrong.

My heart is breaking

It's breaking out of this cage called love
These iron shackles of what-ifs and maybes
These steel bars of guilt and unhappiness

My heart is breaking in more ways than one

It's breaking for you
                                    and away from you.

I love to love. I love to be loved.
I should not have to feel ashamed of these things,
and yet being so young and loving so deeply makes me feel some kind of blue.

I bend for people,
I bend so far backward that I feel one day I will snap in half
and no one will be able to put me back together.