After heartwreck comes a new beginning.

I'm not shy, I just do not want to draw the wrong type of attention.

I dont know what is harder.
letting you go or forgiving myself. . .

Sometimes we hurt the people we love , because we dont love ourselves enough. . .

I remember the first time I looked into your eyes, and the love you had for me wasn't there anymore.

People expect too much from people who offer them so little.

Memory warps things.

I pick you up when you down, while you let me drown. You belittle me and treat me like a clown.

That once butterfly feeling has now burned to ashes. You are no longer a feeling that I miss nor want.

You’re presence was what I’ve longed for, for so long.. Now your presence is no longer needed as it is too late...