I’ll keep you my dirty little secret…

You said that you loved me. That you needed me. That you'd never hurt me. You said you could never live with out me... what a lie.

How can I tell you want I really need to say? I need to tell you that I love you. That you mean so much to me. But everytime I go to tell you, you walk away and act as if I weren't standing 2 feet in front of you. Why?

It was real, it was magic; it was calm; it was savage. It was cool as a breeze; it was warm to the touch. It was never enough; it was always too much. It did all the things love does. That's how I knew it was.

I can still taste your lips on mine.I can still feel your arms around me.I can still hear your heart beating in time with mine.I remember every word you whispered, and every look you gave me.I remember everything but you don't seem to remember a thing.

“Just talk to him. The worst thing he can do is say, ‘No’.” ...but that alone would kill me.

Time doesn't heal your wounds. It only makes you remember how long it has been since you were happy…

Oh how many nights I've not slept, thinking about you. How many more must I go through? Is this the thanks I get for loving you?

…And as I kissed him- I thought about your lips.

It hurts the most when you can actually feel your heart breaking.