I've stopped making excuses for your actions
I shouldn't have made any in the first place

Stick and stones may break my bones,
but words cut through toughened skin.

Today I ripped up the first "I love you" note you ever gave me.
It felt good, admittedly.
It felt like fearlessness.
It felt like freedom.

You hear both sides of this twisted story... which do you believe is the truth?

What I offered was never enough, so I stopped giving.

You want to be found but you're better left lost

Your fingertips graze singed flesh.
Do you notice the burns?

A sick joke?
You think I'm ******* joking?
No. I'm not going to let you do this to me.
It was real and you ******* know it.
You remember.
I know you do.
Don't you dare play the ******* victim *again.

With you, I am flourishing.

And I'll always think of you with the blue rose tattoo

I can't begin to explain
And you can't begin to understand

Promises, promises
I don't owe you anything anymore

It takes a special kind of fool to love you

You became who you said you'd never become.

I show all the signs
Why the hell didn't I see?

"Don't ask yourself 'What if I'm wrong?'... Ask yourself 'What if I'm right?'."

I've spent the past six months loving you with half a heart, but I'm trying to love you fully.

The violin sings its tale of woe
Back and forth, the horse hairs vocalize
Power undulating with each flair
Shrieking, wailing, *weeping

I'm already dead, no need for resuscitation.

Make it more ******* obvious.

Slice me open and let the blood run its course

Yours are the eyes I see when I close mine

Every time I look at you, I don't understand
Why you let the things you did get so out of hand
You would've managed better if you had it planned

I've been used and you knew all this time. God, I'll never know why you chose me for your crime... your foul, ****** crime.

Put the pieces together - tell me, what remains here?

You sit in your desks and joke and laugh
But **** isn't a joke
It's real and it's sick and it's twisted
So continue to laugh
Continue to find joy in your ignorance
I'll wait

I've stopped looking for you in the eyes of others

For you I'd climb the highest mountain
I'd sail the roughest sea
But when the sun sets in the west
I'm not sure you'd do the same for me

I will never hide love again

The heart knows what the mind does not

Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

You desecrated my safe place, ruined it with your selfishness

I want to smash every mirror
with these bloodied knuckles
so that I never have to bear
the sight of my own
pain

It would be so easy to drive this car into a tree

I feel so stupid to have ever have loved you

Golden lipstick casings and empty bottles of wine
They watch the willows move and breathe

Sometimes when I tell the story of you
I make you out to be the bad guy
And though it's true
Sometimes you're the bad guy
You're still mine

Sometimes when I paint the picture
It's easier just to remember
The awful things you said
And what you chose to do with legitimate need
You made like a fool
You made like a fool but you're still mine

Why does it hurt more to recall
Your good side, your good side
I always went to you for advice
You were a wise one, a wise one then
When I think about you in that time
It's harder to hate you then

The only thing keeping me alive
Is the fear of what you'll see
When you come to say "Good night"

I am remembering

Shaking hands
Stuttering excuses
Empty bottles
Endangered bodies
Repressed memories
Unspoken words
Open windows
Wrinkled shirts
Stained sheets

I want out of this town and this parish and this state and hell, even this ******* country. Maybe then I'll be far enough from you

I'm so ******* sick of worrying abut you and thinking about what you're doing get out get out *get out

I threw away the pain
because so much lingers in a smell

When this world upsets me,
this music sets me free

"When does it end?"
"Hmm?"
"The pain of memories. When does it end?"
*"...It doesn't. It grips onto your wrist and for some ******* reason, it doesn't let go."

Everything you do, you do for you.

You were a cold companion, with eyes of sleet and a heart of ice.
Woman, are you warm now?

I don't see the light,
but the path leading on.