Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
