I think they have compatible silences.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.

when things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it's because a little piece gets lost -- the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.

I have become very good at clearing histories.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope