It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
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.
The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.
Patience is key for getting over a breakup. That, and trailing off your interaction after the breakup.
All so convinced that you're following your heart, cause your mind don't control what it does sometimes.
I wake up in the morning and my heart is light, man. It’s not heavy. I don’t have skeletons in the closet on their way out.
