We don't remember days, only moments.

'Compliments make me feel uncomfortable.'
'Why?' 'Because I feel like I'm being lied to.'

If you strive for the taste of perfection, you'll certainly starve first.

Some memories are etched into our souls with smoldering, rugged daggers.
and there are days when the scars bleed out; we become weak.
forever . . unwillingly remembering.

© Liz M.

The more I hear the word sorry, the less meaning it has to me

It is better to hate yourself for being you, Then not knowing who you are to hate

I miss the conversations, I miss the feeling of being understood,
I miss the effortlessness and the laughs that flowed like a babbling brook.

When I say 'I'm fine'
most of the time I mean that I'm okay and thanks for asking
but for certain somebodies
it's just a discreet version of leave me alone

What's lost can only be found in " the Tommorrow" .... Not in " the Yesterday "

To love and be loved and then lost, again to love and be loved and then left stranded in the middle of nowhere. Was this necessary?