Don't think that this is going to be a sad story to sit around and mope, if anything it's a few ideas to make someone strong and filled with hope.

when you get your heart broken don't think of it as the end of the world, jus take it as a lesson please don't cry like a little girl. You would only make that person feel more infinite aswell as powerful, the tears rolling down your face they will feel unstoppable.. What I mean by that is that they will take full responsibility, by making you feel way down and taking away your dignity.
  Never give someone that power to overcome your soul, taking your skin skeletons and bones. Of course it hurts nobody is doubting that, just remeber if it's true love it will never fade to black; and if it's meant to be destiny will be sure to bring the two hearts back..

So just keep in mind never lose yourself, be stronger then ever and be proud to wear the heavy champ belt.. <\3 <3<3

I don't mind doing for people,
  But don't take advantage of my doings.

I'm here with writers block not knowing what to say or do, you got me ****** up and a little confused.
    I really like you a lot I don't know why, cause you always somehow leave me unsatisfied. And I'm not talking about *** so get your mind out the gutter, I know we're not in a relationship but somehow I feel like you have another. You make no time for me not even a little bit, sooner or later I will get tired of this ****...

For now let's leave all the negativities behind, I appreciated the first day I met you because who knew down the road we would intertwine. You caught me by surprise with just the look of your dreamy eyes, starring back at me I must admit you had me mesmerized. Your smile is the cherry ontop, those beautiful soft lips that I can kiss non-stop..
    Not going to get into furthur details beause from this you should have a clue, the feelings that I actually have for you.


just for you xo

I only prayed to the moon after it rose beyond
my window, the white sill a frame for waning
crescents and gibbouses--milk-drowned gods
dripping stars as they climbed skeleton branches--
some nights resting behind flood-heavy clouds.
People say the moon has a face, but
I have yet to see it sneer at my sins even as it tastes
my ocean-drop tears, evaporated into sky-bound veils,
brushed along the shadowed craters ...

The moon itself bemoaned imperfections in midnight
wind creaking branch against branch until I woke
slow from sleep--sad light staining my walls
pallid, pale as my own skin, glowing in muted
television shows left running while I dreamt
the moon spilled a star between my ribs--
dim luminescence radiating warm,
and the star, seeping through my pores, thawed
the ice I had prayed to melt in the first place.