I still love you, that's a fact. But a million apologies can't bring me back.

Sometimes when I say: I'm okay. I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say: I know you're not.

I can feel you forgetting me.

I can’t trust someone who is friends with everyone.

Real feelings don’t just “go away”.

Me and my heart, we got issues. Don't know if I should hate you or miss you.

The heart was made to be broken.