* Cut my veiins and fiix thiis broken heart.

* You’ve been gone for far too long...

* She miisses beliieveiing he actually cares...

* Thiinking of hiim with another giirl makes me nervous.
Not the fact he’s happiier with someone else,
just the fact that “someone else” iisn’t me.

* She cant love liife iif liife iis never experiienced and love iis never owned.

* Maybe trust is a rough issue.
its difficult to fiigure out where the line iis drawn.
Like honestly, what is trust?
its not something you can admirer.
We long for it each and every day.
We desire it.
We need it.
We can’t functiion without it.

* ii’m not lookiing for my 1-true-love.
ii’m looking for friiend,
A companiion.
An ever-lastiing faze...

* Thiis iis a poem.
Of a giirl.
Who lost her wiilliingness to try.
She lost all hope of ever fiindiing hiim.
She hasn’t seen hiim for years.
She never knew what sorrow was really liike,
Untiil she felt iit everyday.

* My heart aches for you,
iit trembles and shakes for you,
iits unbreakable but you’ve broken iit.
You’ve token me to a whole new level of paiin.
ii’ve never felt liike thiis before..

* Love iis just a fiigment of our iimagiinatiion.