Will I ever forget your handwriting, the words left on paper and on skin?

This lipstick rested on yours before it graced my lips  
Now it stains someone else's hips

Maybe the stars aligned
or maybe I just changed my mind

"Don't ask yourself 'What if I'm wrong?'... Ask yourself 'What if I'm right?'."

"When does it end?"
"Hmm?"
"The pain of memories. When does it end?"
*"...It doesn't. It grips onto your wrist and for some ******* reason, it doesn't let go."

I don't care about you
And I would tell you to your face
If I knew you could *take it

Trust me, I know what you can do.

Why do I have this unexplainable need to be around you at all times? It's like you've defied everything I thought I knew about love. You're the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of as my head lays upon a mascara stained pillow. How did you become such a vital part of my life so quickly? I told myself I was never going to call anyone else "my love", but here I am saying it. How did you do it, vanquish all of my demons? I thought this would make you flee, that would make you run. But you haven't budged. If anything, you've shifted closer. I could say that I've fallen for you, but I haven't. I started to fall, caught myself, leaned backwards, got pushed, and slipped into this love. Is that what this is? Love?
*Have I found love so soon after losing it?

Will you be angry?
Will my intentions be justified?
Will you run?
Will you understand why I've been acting the way I have?
Will you scream?
Will I lose the love I've fought for?
Will you cry?
*Will you still be mine come morning?

Tread lightly, for the ice will shatter with the tiniest of pressures

Go ahead and throw away
   love for lust,
but don't come crying to me
   when it turns into
      unbearable pain.

You became the person you feared

"This is the first day of my life. I think I was blind before I met you. I went out in the rain and suddenly everything changed. I felt as if I just woke up."

Sometimes I think about how close I came to never meeting you. So many things had to go a certain way to get us both to that chemistry class, to the chairs in which we sat. The thread binding us is so fragile that if I went back and changed one tiny thing, we wouldn’t be here, and I would never have known what I’d missed in you... But we can’t know what we’ve missed out on. We can only know what we have now.

You told me that you loved me and I believed you then  
You told me he was nothing and I believed you then
You told me you had made friends and I believed you then
You told me he was "just being nice" and I believed you then
You told me I was more than enough and I believed you then
But you didn't
He never was
They weren't
He knew
I wasn't
I believed the words you said and my God, do I wish I hadn't

I felt a rush of tears
flooding my eyes  
and an unseen force
pushing gold through my veins.
It was then that I realized --
I will be in love with music
for the rest of my life.

You are stronger now than you ever were before.

When are you going to
stop talking to others
and just talk to me directly?

Good God, I pity you.
What's it like to be so alone?

Never again will I allow someone like you to deceive me, to take advantage of the love I reluctantly give

Sweet addiction, baby
There's a rehab for every kind
Lay your head down, baby
Let me give you peace of mind

Make love, break love
Beginning, end
Alpha, omega

This love overwhelms me; I am afraid to fall again.

You had to take my safe place,
the one place your hands hadn't touched

If I were to break your nose and shatter the bone around your corrupted heart... Would I feel better then?

Heat travels up my spine,
endangering what's left,
but you know how to quench the flames.

Maybe I'd be good enough six feet under

You make me feel beautiful in anything -- a tshirt and Nikes, a red dress, nothing at all.

You were a cold companion, with eyes of sleet and a heart of ice.
Woman, are you warm now?

You know I never loved you more
Than when we were running from those sirens

I thought that returning to its place of origin would help, but instead I sit and whisper to myself, willing the memories to disappear

Here, we build walls.
There, we can tear them down.

You keep saying that you want me to be happy,
but I don't think you do.
Not at all.
So understand this --
I don't care if you don't want me to be happy,
because, ******, I'll do it anyway.
I will smile at "our" friends
and laugh at the ridiculous things they say.
I will find happiness in myself.

Two steps forward, two steps back
We watch each other fall
Me, into waiting arms
You, into the Black Dog
Which will make it out alive?

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.

Your smile is contagious and I can't help but return it.
Your laugh is infectious and I can't help but to join in.
Your happiness is radiant and I can't help but to bask in the light.
Your life is precious and I can't help but to preserve it.
*Why do you make me feel so alive?

For once, be your own crutch.

Slowly but surely, we will heal.
We'll mourn for the piece of ourselves that we lost and swear we'll never love so much again...
but surely, we will heal.

I'm going to miss you
and that lipstick stain tattoo

False apologies fall on deaf ears