To taste the scorns of love; brings anger to slowly erode in digestion

I wasn't loved. I was just a dumping ground for her demons to rest in my heart to if it was their grave.

She wrote an eternal history within me

I wonder why the heart bleeds from our eyes

I've always felt a hurt heart is life's true teacher. It pushes you deeper into the universe

The only way to be guilt free; is to live in the absence of pleasure..