The wounds of love can only be healed by the one who made them.

i am the only eyewitness of my own destruction

The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.

It doesn't sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it's possible, I know it's not going to happen

Before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger, the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.