How do you cope with the fact that each poem you write ends up being for the one who broke you?

R.I.P to the people who lost their lives during the Boston Marathon terror attack... And let the ones who were injured rest with ease...

I thought I loved her, but just thinking of losing you has brought me to my knees with tears streaming down my face and my heart breaking under the crescent moon.

My heart and soul are warm now that I have you back in my life... But for how long will you stay this time?

I pushed you away to save myself, and yet I have never felt so alone since that dreaded day... Now I question whether I ever really pushed you away, but rather tried to fool myself with false promises of never loving you or missing you again...

Paramore saved my ability to love <3

With every breath I ask how I could love you more, but yet, each time I talk with you my love grows stronger.

Regret is in the eyes of your heart, not what is said...

With the loving hand of my beautiful Goddess, I reach the euphoria I so crave.

If I explained what happened that day in school, would you understand why I was so unacceptably upset?