heartbreak

They tell us the only way to move on is to forget.__orgive,_ they say.Realise that you deserve better.That maybe they deserve better.You can't fight fire with fire.Extinguish it once and for all."Do not look back," they say.They don't tell you that only one thing is needed. Only one:love.When you are filled to the brim with love,you only emanate love.You become lover and love itself.Only then will you love even the very people you wish to hate.

Hearts break along the same lines they broke before, I find, and they hurt no less in the rebreaking.

Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come! And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes!

Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back.

My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,then from my eyes,my ears,my mouth.It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.

Thought I couldn't live without youIt's gonna hurt when it heals tooEven though I really love youI'm gonna smile cause I deserve toQuickly I'm learning to love againAll I know is I'mma be ok

He looked at me intently, from what seemed behind the veil of a grave experience. Then slowly and prophetically, he said the scariest thing I'd ever heard: "Because the answer to a heartfelt question, Jack, will always break your heart.

There are things we all know about but we don't think they are important.Like hurting while seeing your share of love and attention going to someone else but smiling at it because you tell yourself that maybe they deserved it more.No. You deserved it.What makes you think you don't?

His mother's words faded to myth, concocted by a gentle soul to delight the imagination of a boy.Until one day, they were no longer a myth. One day, he would wish he had never heard them at all because they spelled his happiness--and his eternal sorrow.

They'll say you are bador perhaps you are mador at least you should stay undercover.Your mind must be bareif you would dareto think you can love more than one lover.

Choose wisely From those who start A fire in your heart. Some may burn you to shreds,While you were looking for warmth.

My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I__ seconds away from igniting.

When love breaks your heart, you need to remember, even a broken heart still has a beat.

One of the only things more powerful than the human heart is the that it takes to heal one that has been broken