It’s a moment I’ll remember forever, because it belongs to me.

I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

I cling to him like he's what keeps me thriving. Because he is.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.

No. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.