I feel incendiary, a wildfire. My spirit licks at the gates of a very elaborate, customized, and distracting emotional Hades.

One day they’ll realize they lost a diamond while playing with worthless stones.

Screw the daring tough guy image, what happened with us broke me.

I don’t balance you like you need.””What the hell does that mean?” he exclaimed.My heart ached for him, and I was so sorry for what I’d done…but this was the truth of it all. “The fact that you have to ask says it all. When you find that person…you’ll know.

I love you as the mother of my child”: the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.

I review what I know once again, confronting the monolith now alien and almost unconnected to me: my marriage.

A year of life spent with someone you love feels like a lifetime. Someone destroys that love it feels like a lifetime is gone. Why do people want to take lifetimes away?

It seemed funny that one day I would go to bed in her arms and the next not feel anything, like a switch had gone off. But no, that wasn’t honest either. This had been building for a long time. Our silences were getting longer. Our arguments more frequent. How do you stay with someone...

Breaking up is a natural evolution when you try to figure out what you want in life. If you’re with an individual who isn’t moving in the same direction and at the same rate that you are, it ain’t going to work.

What plagues people is not those who don’t love them, but those who do.

I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.

I thought I lost something this summer, but I just realized, I never needed it.

Two words. Three vowels. Four constenants. Seven letters. It can either cut you open to the core and leave you in ungodly pain or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous weight off you shoulders. The phrase is: It’s over.

Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn’t. Because you thought I wouldn’t. Go on, cry now. Cry.

Dear Natasha,It’s the middle of the night. I can’t sleep. Thoughts are creeping through my head like darkness slips around the bodies of sky scrapers in every city we’ve ever been to. From the bottom up, suffocating the life on the street first and then raising to the head and the brain, circling into smog...

Tough break-up? Trash stinks, which is why you toss it.

Taking the Right Decision in any situation only requires TWO major ingredients:Critical Thinking and Grace.Critical Thinking is like ‘Works’ and Grace is like ‘Faith’. So if “Faith without Works is dead,” then same, I believe, goes for Works without Faith.Like the two sides of a coin, one without the other just won’t make any sense....

As water is to a thirsty soul so is love to a broken heart

To love someone enough to let them go, you had to let them go forever or you did not love them that much.

It can be difficult to leave a long-term relationship, even when our inner-wisdom tells us it’s time to let go. At this point, we can choose let go and endure the intense pain of leaving behind the familiar to make way for a new chapter in our life. Or we can stay and suffer a...

You asked me to be an open book. As I’ve already told you, I am. Anything you need to know about me can be found. Don’t confuse me, a paperback, with a book on tape.

Ours was a history of well intentioned beginnings that end with a fight at every turn.

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

He’s pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to beI rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell – Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will...

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.Words you can’t have back, so they linger.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

And one day they tell you that love doesn’t exist between you two. And you start blaming yourself even after knowing that you’ve been cheated on.

We’re both whisper-screaming at each other. All I can think is this is the worst possible way to break up with somebody.

I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?” I ask.”Keep going,” Christian says. “Just go on as if nothing has happened. We all hate that.

They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.

Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.

This does not escape my notice, it is a context. I resent the fact of a context; my social status has shifted and no one is going to acknowldege it, that´s certain. I´m expected to be Brave and Rise Above. I dress for the role; I must look far better now that I did when...

Très, très, triste…

I know my vision is impaired and cannot be trusted with even the simplest tasks, much less dating. Not that I´ve come within talon distance of a man.

Yes. THANK YOU. And say hello to Judas Iscariot.

The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,’ I turned to the statue, ‘when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love me. Now? I’m just your monster, Frankie. I will always be a monster.

…and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I… I hurt no more, while you…you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it’s you I speak of.

One of the best times for figuring out who you are & what you really want out of life? Right after a break-up.

I have a horrid scar right under my left knee from you. Well, the absence of you. Seems appropriate. But I still miss you. My pillowcase smells like you, so I bury my face in it and breathe it in. Things feel empty. My couch, my living room, my heart. I see pictures of things....

So you’re going to Walmart, huh? Those checkout lines can take an eternity to get through. Well, pick me up some chips while you’re there.

I met my girlfriend at a bar. But I broke up with her because she was already there, hitting on another guy.

At first I thought my wife and I were made for each other. It was as if we came out of the same factory. I think we were made in the USA, because things quickly began falling apart.

Foolishly; ‘I am capable to kill love once again’ for it is my longing that is unusual as the Black Widow.

Her halo was never gold, or it couldn’t have rusted so completely.

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

Lots of things can be fixed. Things can be fixed. But many times, relationships between people cannot be fixed, because they should not be fixed. You’re aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just can’t be with each other anymore....

I loved you when I left you.

But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would

Every woman that finally figured out her worth, has picked up her suitcases of pride and boarded a flight to freedom, which landed in the valley of change.