As the rain falls my thoughts flow...

Watching the rain is like crying without shedding a tear.
Slowing down to reflect on all the pain in the world. My world.
So soothing yet so humbling to know that nature can leave me in such awe of its beauty.
Just seeing the streams and drops soak every surface; sinks into my being, nourishes my soul without a streak ever touching my skin…

memoirs of a broken heart.2.

We can't erase each others past loves and memories. Ill probably never mean to you what she still means to you. But lord knows I will try. I cry, mourning him and celebrating you. So intertwined it hurts to seperate the two. I will always love him but I'm so in love with you.
I am so defensive of my heart and he's the one to blame. Happiness shouldn't have to be explained. And I'm so sorry...

memoirs of a broken heart.1.

I mistake your warm embrace for harsh lies. No one can want me, truthfully. Whenever you look at me I am careful not to bask in the glow of your eyes, for fear the light might just pierce my stone wall and awaken my cold heart. And then I realize, I'm afraid of love...