What becomes of the broken-hearted? They buy shoes

I traded being heartbroken over one guys for being completely heartbroken over another. And I didn't even get to have any fun in between. No relationship, no sex, not even a good makeout session.

If hearts could shatter, mine just did.

Pain and misery are two different words, which both hurt.

I wish I was a kid again,
because skinned knees are easier
to fix then broken hearts.

Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves. (pg. 161)