Perhaps, this home lies deep within For everything is, but mere illusion
For a relationship to work it takes both people doing something right and when it ends it’s both people doing something wrong.
For heartbreak turns you into a cold monster. Heartbreak causes you wreathe in pain.
All I know is that something has got to give soon, because I am about to go under again, and I can’t remember how to swim.
but it is in me,
this bottomless grief,
another organ in my body –
always eager to kill.
I heard it’s been said if you hurt someone and they still look at you in the exact same light as they did before, if they still talk to you with excitement and respect you, it’s love.
If you look through photo albums from the time I was two until the time I was six, you’ll notice a common theme: I look miserable.
Sometimes, it’s as if you don’t exist anymore. Who are you pretending to be ok for? What are you really searching for?
Tomorrow’s a new day.
Tomorrow will be better.
I stopped looking for monsters under my bed.