heartbreak

And me, standing under the splintered night, catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black, hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.Its voice cracks,on your name.My eyes close,on your name.

If you stand right at the edge of the night sky, some place where one o__lock leaves to meet two, the breeze will carry your words up to the stars. And they__l swallow your secrets until its time to hand them over to the truths in the sky- the ones that draw maps in the black. They carve their answers into the backs of my hands, the grooves of the words running deep in my palms.

Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.

I have been poisoned in your love and now I need antidote Jacqueline.L.J! <3

Love can give you such happiness, then can break the very heart it filled, leaving a hole that can never be fixed or protected by any armour.

But I loved those books or at least that first one. And I felt somewhere down deep inside him the person who wrote it must be there. That you couldn't write such beautiful things and have such an ugly heart. But that is the truth. He was a beautiful writer and a terrible person.

You left with my soul in your fists and my heart in your teeth, and I don__ want either of them back._ ~Ben

You__e different, Elli. You__e unlike anyone else, it__ because of that___ow can a Prince, how can someone like you be seen with me? I get it, Evan, its fine.___t__ because of that, I want you.

He could no longer pretend not to have been brought to his knees by her blows, and he could no longer avoid the sentiments that his heart forced him to feel.

We were perfectly placed, perfectly disposed to one another. Our pieces fit so well together, not in the way that puzzle pieces are carved to click, but in a clumsier, more accidental way; we were a city skyline _ unplanned architectural mastery. Designed by the heavens, and you called me your angel _ even when I was undeserving of that accolade. You__ call yourself the devil and I__ feel betrayed. Because for me, we were the same, either two sinners or two saints.

Maybe I'm crying because I'm terrified that he's come here to do more damage, to reactivate what I feel only to let me down easy again, missionary style.

My brain is such a traitorous beast.

The things that I love about you aren't going to go away when you go on your book tour, and they're not going to go away when you go on your mission. I'll still be here, and I'll still be thinking about all those things. I'll still be working on being a better person, a better friend, a better son. I'll still be wondering what it would be like to be a better boyfriend for you. And you will be on your mission, thinking about how much you wish your weren't gay.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

For the first time in ages I felt a tiny pinprick in my heart--not like it was breaking, but like something small and unseen had begun sewing it closed again.

Let the kindness and the raw, aching beauty of the universe shatter you over and over again. find peace in the knowledge that your whole is composed of the sum of all of your beautifully broken pieces. because breaking is becoming.

You might think that nobody__ insides are as messy as your insides. That__ an optical delusion. You only see other people__ outsides _ never their insides. So you can__ possibly know.

Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn't look like what you wanted anymore.