Face your demons—if that’s what it takes for you to keep moving forward.
Stop holding back—if that’s what it takes for you to feel whole again.
Let it go—if that’s what it takes for you to unnumb.
Do not suffocate—if that’s what it takes for you to move on.
Don’t fall hard—if that’s what it takes for you to live longer.

Because everything that falls, gets broken.
Because when you win some, you lose some.
Because when you decide to stay, they won’t.
Because he let go, you didn’t.
*Because you gave happiness you didn’t own and he’ll always be a question mark.

“Does he make you laugh?”
I closed my eyes as his loving stare flashed in my mind.
*“He doesn’t make me cry.”

“I want your smile.
I want your arms wrapped around me.
I want your oceanic-blue tantalizing eyes piercing through my empty soul.
I want your kisses.
I want your tight hugs.
I want your voice lulling me to sleep.
I want your late night sweet messages.
I want your trust.
I want your love.
I want everything from you.
I want them mine alone.

Am I asking for too much?

I’ll stop making non-sense jokes to make you smile.
I’ll stop teasing you.
I’ll stop confiding myself to you.
I’ll stop caring.
I’ll stop showing fragility.
I’ll stop getting used to your concern-filled cold voice.
I’ll stop asking for your attention.
I’ll stop trying.
I’ll stop asking for more.
I’ll stop being greedy.
I’ll stop wanting you.
I’ll stop this feeling.
     Maybe.

     I think.

     Hopefully.

Do you want me to stop?”

“I said
I love you.
I didn’t say
you should pity me.
Because between you and me,
I have the guts
and
courage
to say
I love you.
I took the risk.
And
by
it,
I’ve already won
half of the battle.”

“Cuz the night you confessed to me,
  The butterflies in my stomach enjoyed the glee,
  And tonight, under the supervision of dim lit stars and a maple tree,
  I keep asking myself, “Why did you leave me?”

Baring your soul to someone is like offering your love without expecting something in return—either good or bad.
You give someone the chance to skin you slowly and infiltrate your mortal demerit.
And lastly, you're wide open as you welcome wreckage.

“I’m just tired.”
*That’s your excuse.

“It’s kinda messed up, isn’t it?

The person whom your world once revolved around,
You talked to almost all day long,
You had sweet late night messages with,
You spent time just doing ‘no nothing’ with,

How all of a sudden,
That person just woke up and decided to—
…never talk to you again.

No reason. No explanation. No words said.

Just left you hanging like you never meant **** to them.

What hurts most is how they made it look so easy.”

To the only guy I regret walking away from
     It’s been more than five years
          But the pain in your eyes still haunts me
               Now that I can’t have you
          I suddenly want you
     Now that you’re with somebody else
I’ll tell you I love you
     Everything you said is like an extract from a good book
         It’s so beautiful and
              yet heartbreaking.

“Everything about you is chaos,
  The kind of chaos that is unsettling,
  The kind of chaos that is atrocious,
  The kind of chaos I got addicted to,
  The kind of chaos that is absolutely beautiful.”

Have we forgotten how to love?
Or worse, forgotten what love is?
Maybe it's not love we're looking for.
Maybe we only look for the excitement and thrill in life.
We want someone to watch movies with.
We want the limited and will spout off about endings.
Have we ever thought that maybe, just maybe, we just want to spend time together but don't make memories at all?

“But I am petrified of several things,
I am petrified that I am badly smitten,
I am petrified that I am sorely into you,
I am petrified as this kind of feeling arise from deep within,
I am petrified that I am completely, utterly in love with you.

And someday you’ll wake up when reality has finally dawned on you,
That I am just another mistake,
I am petrified that you are my ocean,
And I’ve never loved drowning
…so much.”

“The way she speaks,
  The way she sings,
  The way she reacts,
  The way I broke her heart,
  I never heard from her again,
  I never had any idea I’d regret it from then.”

“Once upon a time,
I fell in love
with someone
who couldn’t
love me back.

The end.”

“As the music goes all Ariana,
  And the Manhattan crowd goes all Cyrus,
  My eyes just stick to my Cinderella,
  As she amazingly sways her hips to his Cruise.”

He wanted tea. She was coffee.
He wanted butter. She was cheese.
He wanted Facebook. She was Twitter.
He wanted Louboutin. She was Keds.
Your flaws aren’t flaws. You are art.
It may be killing you slowly everyday—but just sleep to forget the world.

“I am stubborn,
Stubborn enough to the point that if you decide to break my heart,
I’d still love you with all the pieces,
I’d still choose you over and over,
Yes, I am just stubborn like that,
—To the point of numbness and self-destruction.”

“Men.

They are all born to betray.

It’s just a question of when.”