creative writing motivation

He was my crack. I could never get enough, and when I had him I was already thinking about when I could have him next.

One day someone is going to hug you so tight, that all of your broken pieces will stick back together.

It’s amazing how someone can break your heart, but you still love them with all the little pieces.

I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.

Could you be mine from time to time?

Everyone has a different way of escaping the dark stillness of their mind.

She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.

Can I rest my heart on yours?

She became the key to a door that never was.

I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

The prettiest I’ve ever seen, her eyes are miracles of green.

I am the illusion that you all refuse to let go…and here I go…enjoy the show.

She remembered who she was and the game changed.

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Some of the most poisonous people come disguised as friends and family.

She is all tear, refusing to fall.