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

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.

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.

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

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.

He was the hunter of my soul,lying in wait - silently and motionless.Coaxing me out of hiding,Enticing me with love,Dangling hope in my face. Pulling me in, drawing me close.I gave in and walked into his trap.He did a good job too, tearing me apart and ripping my heart out. He was the hunter and I, the game.How could I forget that a hunter's job is to kill?

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

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

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.