You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

She's in trouble, but I envy her.

I fell for you and I fell hard. You bruised my knees and my heart to the point where I will do everything in my power never to fall for anyone again. It’s safer to stay on your feet. I would rather walk through life completely without love - empty; than crawl through what’s been pumping through my veins one more time.

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.