But my edges were all spiky and barbed from past lies and deceit, and try as I might, I couldn’t quite fit into the stencil he’d created. My outlines were a little too rough for that smooth silhouette.

I was angry at him and he was angry at me. Angry that I couldn’t be the girl from his songs who just gives and gives until there’s nothing left to her of any substance.

Try as I might, I can’t justify getting caught up in controversy, whether it’s true or not. I can’t allow myself to be swallowed up again. There’s a chance I’d never find my way back out.

What kind of guy makes Brussels sprouts if he’s not trying to get laid?

In the past year, I’ve felt so much it’s like I’ve come crawling out on the other side of a storm, a refugee amongst devastation. There are things you don’t have to experience twice, and feeling all that is one of them.

I didn’t know how much those secrets weighed until I set them free.

We’re as close as we can get and yet, if you fused our skin, bound our cells and bones, I’m still not sure it would feel close enough.

I will not watch idly as something else I care about goes up in smoke.

You think that because you’re a pretty little thing, we’ll think twice about breaking your neck? Think again, darlin’. You don’t want to make any more enemies in this town.