How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

You can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn’t shove me down and break me, because I’m already in too many pieces and I just don’t know how much more breaking I can take.

In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.

I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.

I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

He tastes like mint and need, as he overpowers me with his tongue.