I don't write about you because you don't deserve to be immortalised in my words.I'll leave you to float around in my mind until forgetfulness comes to take you away.

You deserve the love your soul craves for.Don't settle.

I am nothing but a ripped fabric stitched together by God's grace.

When she bites my lips,I see stars dancing right next to the sun.

Do you see how the sky holds the sun?In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength?That's how a King holds his Queen.

She's vodka in a sexy lingerie and high heels.I'm always drunk.

I touched curiosity,I kissed sin, I felt regret,And I was forgiven.But life won't let me forget.

We are all a little broken, looking for something whole to hang on to. But sometimes, what seems whole is even more broken than we are.

He walked out the door and with each step my heart breaks.He'd be gone for days with long silences between each breath.I know I'm his one of many and he knows he's my one of one. The only one who holds him down.Yet, he still leaves.He walks through the door and with each step my heart leaps.He crumbles to the ground in tears telling me he's sorry.He says he needs me and he's nothing without me.How can he be so attached and detached at the same time?I swear, this man loves to see me in pain.

You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.

I am a master wordsmith. I have the ability to bend words at will and invoke feelings with the stroke of my pen. But I'm yet to master the art of finding the right words to describe what happens in my heart when I see you.

No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.

We left dents on each other. Mine was in her heart, and hers was on my car.

Let me be the drink in your cup. I know how to intoxicate you.

I'll gladly settle for amnesia if I had to live in a world where I couldn't remember how much you mean to me.

I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.

The first time I saw your face, my lips said, "hello" and my heart said, "that's your wife.

He pulled me close and said, "Katie, don't leave me, you're my breath, I refuse to live without you."It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, but I still walked away, because my name is Anne Marie.

I tasted danger on his lips and became an addict.A slave to adrenaline and irrational behaviour.We lived recklessly in a dramatic whirl;Clubbing and Cutting,Drinking and Driving,Fighting and Fucking,Smoking and Snorting,Overdoing and Overdosing. I tasted danger on his lips and lost my way.

There's something about her.It's not her smile or grace,It's not her beauty or race,It's not her scent or warm embrace,Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.No, that's not the case.It's just her.

Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.

My soul is crushed under the weight of tears I can’t spill.