He destroyed my idea of love. He took my innocence and ripped it to pieces. He shattered my trust and made me see the worst in everyone, and I hate him for that.

Now I'm losing myself in boys who don't matter to try and forget the only one who does.

He was a part of me and when I lost him, I lost myself. And now I don't know what to do.

I try so hard to be okay with it I really do, but I'm not and I'm so sorry for that, but I just can't do it anymore.

I poured my heart out to you. I told you I couldn't put my love for you into words but I still tried for you, but all you had to say about it was ok.

I would move mountains for you, but you wouldn't even move a hill for me.

How could I have ever thought you changed?

I try, but I can't seem to explain my love for you to anyone. They don't understand how I could still love you after you've broken my heart so many times. I tell them I've just learned to deal with the fact that I will always love you.

I still love you so much, and it hurts so bad because I know you don’t feel the same.

I like reading books about broken people. Maybe because it reminds me that I'm not the only broken one out there.

I miss the way you loved me

Why is it that when it comes to you I have all the time in the world. I will stop anything I'm doing for you, but I know you wouldn't do the same. You can't even spare a second on me, but for some reason my heart doesn't care.

I can't stand the thought of you saying the words you say to me to someone else. Or you touching someone else the way you touch me. You loving someone more than you love me.

I was perfectly fine, but now the pain is back again. Every time I think your name I burst out in tears because I cannot handle the pain of being without you.

You know how sometimes you just get so overwhelmed cause there’s so much great music out there to listen to. I feel that way about people. There’s so many amazing people out there to meet and love that it overwhelms me to even think about it.

Everyone says that each day it will hurt a little less, but that's not what happened at all. Every day I miss you more than the last. Everyday, being without you hurts more than the day before.

You're great, but you aren't him.