i'm not really a flowers and chocolates kind of girl, you know.
i'm more about fuckups and chainsaws.

''Go on, spill it all out'', I say to you.
And you pour your heart out to me.
Slowly at first , then all at once
Like water rushing out of an upturned bottle.

You tell me
How she left you for that other guy
Who doesn't even treat her well.
How she killed your heart.
How you gave her seven years and
It still wasn't enough.

All this I listen silently
Knowing very well
That the only way you will ever heal
Is if you pour it all out.
Knowing I'm the only
One who cares enough to listen.
So I turn myself into a sponge
To soak it all up.
The hurt, the bleeding, the woe
And the tears
Until that's all that's left in me
Until that's all I consist of.

But it hurts
Hurts so very much
To see you still love her
Love her even more now.
I guess that's just how it works,
Doesn't it?
Hurt equals love.
You love her because she hurt you
And I you, because you hurt me.

trust me when i say that i love being alone.
i love the moments of solitude when
i can just be with myself doing nothing.
i love not having to explain myself for
why i'm feeling what i'm feeling.
i know being alone is not worth it if it's
not with the right person. being with someone
just for the sake of being with someone is
just the worst way to hurt yourself. trust me, i know.

do not do to me
what she did to you;
i will not be
the graveyard of
your love for her.

so
i carry your loss like
a weight around my
neck until
i find the sea again
and drown in it.

The way he loved her made me
Fall in love with him.
-The most twisted thought I've ever had