It’s just so strange.You used to love me,and now you’re a strangerwho happens to know allof my secrets.
All this timeI drank you like the cure when maybeyou were the poison.
My battered heart will always be where the ocean meets the sand, I will break over and overEvery day. That is the best andworst part of me.
But my heart is an old house(the kind my mothergrew up in)hell to heat and cooland faulty in the wiringand though it’s nice to look atI have no businessinviting lovers in.
Be merciful until you can’t be.Until you feel your heart begin to harden into a bullet.Then use that bullet.
I will love you when you are a still day.I will love you when you are a hurricane.
You are on the floor crying,and you have been on the floor crying for days.And that is you being brave.That is you getting through itas best you know how. No one else can decideWhat your tough looks like.
The good news is you survived. The bad news is you’re hurt and no one can heal you but yourself.
We are more than the worst thing that’s ever happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing, for having been to hell and come back breathing.
I don’t know whyI’ve got so much hopepinned to someone who will never call me home.
YOU NEVER NEED TO APOLOGIZEFOR HOW YOU CHOSE TO SURVIVE
I brought a knife to the gunfight. I am the knife. I am all blade.