As Much As I Long To Hear It It Eases My Mind To Realize The Reason You Can’t Say You Love Me Is Because

When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion

What is life without passion?

I’m over you But I will never be over what we had

Collected

You collect hearts    the way others collect shells Shiny hearts full of love    you are too scared to return Holding them to your ear    to admire the way they admire you Then back on display    until your ego needs another stroke There my heart sits in your display case,    dripping love and devotion Among the other trophies,    stolen by the heart collector

he took a screenshot and my heart took flight

You’ve broken my heart into a thousand different pieces, in a thousand different ways Each time I wonder if this will be the last It isn’t; Somehow I always manage to forgive you