I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care. I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are and what you do. I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm so in love with you.
I know I shouldn't like him because I know it's not working and so I convince myself I don't. I see him and he'll put his arm around me or just say anything and then, all that logic and convincing, just evaporates.
It hurts to breathe, because evry breath I take proves that I can live without you.
I guess when your heart gets broken, you begin to see the cracks in everything.
Falling for someone at the first time is easy...it's the second time, after you have fallen and trusted someone to catch you and they didn't...when it becomes difficult to fall again.
I could fill a thousand pages telling you how I felt and still you would understand. So now I leave you without a sound, except my heart shattering as it hits the ground.
How does a heart work if it's broke?
I never stopped loving you, I just stopped letting it show.
I keep myself busy with things to do, but everytime I pause, I still think of you.
I wish he meant it when he kissed my lips, because then I could look back and remember someone loved me, instead I can only look back and remember someone used me.
Hearts will never be made practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix rather then broken hearts.
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to be sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entanglements, lock it up safe in the casket of your selfishness, but in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken, it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
Love, the perfect virture, is often refused to the teenager. "They don't know what love is." We do. Every teenager knows how much they loved by how deeply they hurt when the relationship is over.
I'll always love him. He carved out his piece of me that I can never get back and even if I could, it wouldn't matter because he has torn it to shreds. So now there's this hole that only he can fill. The thing is, I know he'll never ever fill it, because now he's off with some other things and he forgot the way back into my heart. If only he'd call and ask for directions.
My once upon a time, didn't end happily ever after,
I thought I forgot you, but I guess I forgot to.
I never knew it hurt so much to lose something I never had.
Sometimes you just have to hold your head up high, try not to cry, and say goodbye.
The sky isn't always blue, the sun doesn't always shine, it's alright to fall apart sometimes.
All they do is break your heart and I'm not sure I have a heart left to break.
I'm only happy when it rains.
All i want is to be in love. I dream of falling asleep in the arms of guardian angel and waking up to complete happiness and utter bliss, why can't I have that?
Tell me how long till I'm not just dreaming, how long till somebody cares, how long till I meet my guardian angel? Tell me how long till I fall in love?
I know I should find someone new, but all I find is myself thinking of you.
I never felt love until I loved you. I never felt hurt until I was hurt by you. I never had a dream until that dream was you. I never felt loss until the day I lost you. Yet I don't want you back. I don't need you here. I don't miss you at all...you're just the best thing that I ever had.
Perhaps you'd be a bit surprised how often, if you knew, a joke, a song, a memory will make me think of you.
How come whenever I think I'm over you, you talk to me and make me feel like I'm the most loved person in the world. And I realize I still love you nd I can't or won't get over you.
I'm not the kind of girl who thinks a guys is the answer to everything...I'm just tired of being alone.
I yearn for a love that won't burn me in the end.
One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart you can't utter from your mouth.
I've been broken before, I know what it's like to see something funny and not laugh.
You met me. You introduced yourself to me. You were a friend to me. You grew fond of me. You grew to appreciate me. You liked me. You asked me. I answered. You held me. You touched me. You needed me. You wanted me. You loved me. You grew tired of me. You felt trapped by me. You lied to me. You cheated on me. You hurt me. You left me.
It's kinda hard to go out with someone, when you know, deep down, you're still in love with someone else. Its really tough and i cant imagine how am i to falling in love with another person again and again.
Tears are words the heart can't say.
We came to be underneath the stars above, what started out as liking quickly turned to love. I sensed a certain something, that mine was true, I knew I waited my enitre life to fall in love with someone like you.
They say that it is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all, but what do they say when you are still in love with the love you lost?
If it's true that love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. Why did we get out of order. My tears came before your kiss that I am still waiting for.
I'll have another chance, I'll find another guy, I'll see another day and I'll build another world and I'll find another life, just like you told me to, I'll find another love, but there will never be...another you.
Crushes you get over and the tears go away, but loving you is different, the treats will always stay.
You see my soul, it's kind of gray. You see my heart, you look away. You see my wrist, I feel your pain. You know my cheeks aren't just wet from the rain.
Sticks and stones may break my bones and rip my skin apart, but no one has hurt me like you, you really broke my heart.
Words cannot fully express the extent of my love for him. But if you saw the way I cried when he left me, then perhaps you'd understand.
Now I know I have a heart because I can feel it breaking.
I sit alone and cry. It is my destiny to be the queen of pain.
Between my love and agony, my thoughts converge to you.
I never understood why people thought loved sucked, until I met you.
It's easy to convince yourself that you aren't in love with someone, until you see them or smell someone wearing their cologne, and then you're like, 'here we go again.' So my conclusion is this: you don't ever stop loving someone.It's more a matter of learning to deal with the pain of not having them anymore.
