My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.
She's in trouble, but I envy her.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will always kill me.
To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.
You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.
I dream of you every day. I make up scenarios where everything is forgiven, where everything is fixed. Deep down I know our situation is unfixable, and even worse - you don't want it. But I do. I want...
I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.
Luxury is not happiness - happiness is luxury.