It is useless to cry over a thing which is not belong to you....

...It’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.

Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts.

If it's a broken part, replace it. If it's a broken arm, then brace it. If it's a broken heart, then face it.

Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears

..She still was not happy, she never had been. What caused this inadequacy in her life? Why did everything she leaned on instantaneously decay?..

I love the way you refuse my love.