Dani

 She Put On Her Clothes And Gathered Her Things Together.
He Lit A Cigarette And Stared At The Door Until She Left.
Not A Word Was Spoken.
And Last Night's Moans Hung In The Air Like A Cemetery Fog.
The Both Called This Love:
But This Was Not Love.
Love Was Not A One-Night Stand That Stretched On For Weeks.
Love Was Not A Bed Hitting The Wall With Every Movement And Every Gasp.
Only To Mean Nothing By The Next Morning.
Love Was Not Measured In Twelve-Hour Intervals.
But Still.
They Called It Love.

Love Was Not A Phone Call That Served Only To Make Selfish Demands.
Love Was Not When He Forgot Her Name:
But Remembered The Curves Of Her Body And The Way His Fingers Fit Into Her So Well.
Love Was Not When She Hounded Desperately For His Affection:
Even When He Blatantly Held It From Her.
Love Was Not Mornings Spent In Silence.
And Nights Spent In Thoughtless Motions.
But Still.
They Called It Love.

 It's Quote Time, These All Mean Something.
And Some Are About A Boy Of The Past.
And Some Are About Mr. Right Now.
I'm so confused right now.
I'm stuck in limbo.

-- There Are People Who Take The Heart Out Of You, And Those Who Put It Back In--

The Reason It's So Painful When Someone Disappears
Is You Have To Face The Fact
That The Person You Loved Had Probably Left You
A Long Time Before He Grabbed His Coat And Scrammed.
The Hard Part Is Realizing That He Was Lying To You
In Some Way, Before The Moment Of Vanishing.


He Is A Man Made Up Entirely Of Your Excuses.
And The Minute You Stop Making Excuses For Him:

He Will Completely Disappear From Your Life.

I Don't Want To Be "Sort Of Dating" Someone.
I Don't Want To Be "Kinda Hanging Out" With Someone.
I Don't Want To Spend A Lot of Energy Suppressing My Feelings So I Appear Uninvolved.
I Want To Be Involved.
I Want To Be Sleeping With Someone I Know I'll See Again.
Because They've Already Demonstrated To Me That They're Trustworthy And Honorable - -
And Into Me.

Don't Confuse Being Classy With Being A Doormat.
Classy Is Walking Away With Your Head Held High:
Graciously And With All Your Dignity.
Being A Doormat Is Offering To Drive Him To The Dentist For His Root Canal.

Breakups:
I've Heard, Are Supposed To be Just That.
Breaks.
Hard, Clean Breaks.
No Talking, No Seeing, No Touching.
Keep Your Hands To Yourself.
The Relationship Is Over.
Half The People I Know Move After A Huge Breakup.
And Frankly That Makes Perfect Sense To Me.
You're Not Supposed To Sleep With The Guy Who Just Broke Your Heart A Week Ago.
Fine.
Next Time I'm In This Situation I'll Cry.
Stay In Bed And Wail.
Go To The Gym If I Can.
Call All My Friends And Burden Them With My Misery.
Sleep Too Much.
Cry Some More.
See My Therapist More Often.
Get A Puppy.
Do What I Have To Do So Eventually:
I Can Move On.

No Matter How Powerful && Real
Your Feelings May Be For Someone,
If That Person Cannot Fully
And Honestly Return Them
And Therefore Actively Love You Back
These Feelings Mean Nothing.
 

There Are Three Types Of People In This World:
The Ones Who Keep You Alive.
The Ones Who Would Otherwise Cause You To Die.
And The Ones Who Somehow Manage To Do Both At The Same Time.

A Guy Might Be Able To Slow Me Down
But He's Not Going To Break Me.

The One Who Loves Least:
Controls The Relationship.


I'm Not Shooting For A Successful Relationship.
At This Point:
I'm Just Looking For Something That Will Prevent Me
From Throwing Myself In Front Of A Bus.
I'm Keeping My Expectations Very Very Low.

Love Sees With The Heart
And Not The Mind:
Therefore Winged Cupid Is Painted Blind.


One Night The Moon Said To Me:
"If He Makes You Cry So, Why Don't You Leave Him?"
I Looked At The Moon And Said:
"Moon, Would You Ever Leave Your Sky?"

How Lucky I Was
To At One Point In My Life
Have Someone Special Enough
Who Made Saying Good-Bye So Hard.

I Just Wonder How Many People
Never Got The One They Wanted
But Ended Up With The One
They Were Suppose To Have.

I Know That Magic Between Us Is Still Here.
It Is Just Hiding:
Around The Corner.
And Down A Street.
Behind A Dumpster.
In A Cardboard Box.
In The Back Alley Of Your Heart.

In Every Lifetime
There Is One Great Love
And One Unforgettable Heartbreak.


Throughout A Girls Life
She Will Probably Kiss A Lot Of Guys.
And I Can Promise You
She Will Forget About Almost Half Of Those Guys
She'll Remember A Few
But Then.
There Will Be That One Guy.
That One Kiss.
That One Moment.
That She Will Remember For The Rest of Her Life.

Hope Is Such A Marvelous Thing.
It Bends, It Twists, It Sometimes Hides.
But Rarely Does It Break.
It Sustains Us When Nothing Else Can.
It Gives Us Reason To Continue And Courage To Move Ahead.
When We Tell Ourselves We'd Rather Give In.

The Definition Of "Just Friends"
Means I Don't Just Want You To Mourn The Loss
I Want To Remind You Of It Everyday.
I Want You To Suffer.
I Want You To Envy.
I Want You To Die Slowly.
A Bit At A Time.
And I Want You To Smile.
And Then Thank Me For It.

Then One Stupid Person.
So Different From Any Other Stupid Person.
Wanders Into Your Stupid Life.
You Give Them A Piece Of You.
They Don't Ask For It.
They Do Something Dumb One Day Like Kiss You
Or Smile At You.
And Then Your Life Isn't Your Own Anymore.

I Would Love To Be One Of Those People
Who Is All:
"We Loved, Thank You, You Enhanced My Life, Now Go Prosper"
But I'm Much More Like:
"We Didn't Work Out, You Need To Not Exist"

A Ship In Harbor Is Safe
But That Is Not What Ships Are Built For.

The Worst Thing About Endings
Is Know That Just Ahead
Is The Daunting Task
Of Starting Over

After A Break-Up:
A Certain Street.
Locations.
Even Times Of Day.
Are Off Limits.
The City Becomes A Deserted Battlefield.
Loaded With Emotional Landmines.
You Have To Be Very Carefule Where You Step.
Or You Could Be Blown To Pieces.

I'm Afraid He'd Think I Was Insane

If he Knew All I Wanted To Do

Is Hold His Hand

For The Rest Of My Life

 
That's The Thing About Letting Old Lovers Go.
You Don't Stop Loving Some Of Them.
There Are A Couple You Love No Less Than You Ever Did.
Not To Mention Names...But I'm Still In Love With A Couple.
You're Not Going To Try And Make It Work Again
But If They Needed You, You'd Drop Everything

There Comes A Time In Every Life
When The World Gets Quiet
And The Only Thing Left Is Your Own Heart
So You'd Better Learn To Know The Sound Of It
Otherwise You'll Never Understand What It's Saying

I Forget That You're The Guy
Who Loves To Rip The Rug Out From Under Me
Just When I Feel Like 
We're Given Some Sort of Stable Ground

I'll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours First
Let's Compare Scars
I'll Tell You Whose is Worse
Let's Unwrite These Pages and Replace
Them With Our Own Words

When The World Says:
"Give Up"
Hope Whispers:
"Try One More Time"

I Keep Telling Myself
I'm Not The Desperate Type
But You've Got Me Looking In Through Blinds

There Was A Silence Between Them For A Moment.
And She Wondered If All Women.
When In Love.
Were Torn Between Two Impulses.
A Longing To Throw Modesty And Reserve To The Winds
And Confess Everything
And An Equal Determination To Conceal The Love Forever
To Be Cool, Aloof, Utterly Detatched.
To Die Rather Than Admit A Thing So Personal, So Intimate.

We'll Turn This Better Thing
To The Best Of All We Can Offer
Just A Rogue Kiss, Tangled Tongues, and Lips.

How To Get Over Love:
Say Goodbye But Never Say Hello Again
Forget But Never Regret
Pick The Pieces Up But Never Fix Them
Feel The Pain But Never Keep It
Move On.

I Know Exactly How That Is.
To Love Somebody Who Doesn't Deserve It.
Because They Are All You Have.
Because Any Attention Is Better Than No Attention.

You Gradually Get Over The Pain.
It Doesn't Go Away, Not For A Long Time.
But It Becomes Easier To Live With.
One Morning You Wake Up
And He's Not The First Thing On Your Mind.
And Then A Few Months Down The Line
You Realize You've Made It Through
Half The Day Without Thinking Of Them.
Sometimes It Takes Months, Sometimes Years
But Eventually You Reach A Point
When You Only Think About Them Occassionally.
You Manage To Do This Because You Don't See Them
You Don't Hear About Them
You Try Not To Think About Them.
And Then You Bump Into Them Walking Down The Street.
Or Someone Unexpected Mentions Their Name
And The Memories Come Flooding Back.
But Memories Also Become Less Painful In Time
And I Can Talk About Him Now
Without Really Feeling Anything
But I'd Rather Not.
If You Know What I Mean.

They Say That When People First Lose A Limb
They Can Still Feel It
It Still Hurts, They Still Try To Use It.
They Call It Having A, "Phantom Limb"
I Think That This Is What Losing A Person Is Like.
You Beckon Them Over To, "Come See This!"
You Come Home At The End Of The Day
To Tell Them About How Much You Hate Work
You Pick Up The Phone To Call Them When
You're Happy, Sad, Mad, Or Somewhere in Between.
Until You Realize That They're Not There.
And Each Time You Realize It
It Hurts Just As Bad As It Did The First Time
All Over Again.
Only An Arm, I Could Lose.
It's The People I Care About The Most That I Can't Live Without.

When Someone You Love Disappears.
Its Like The Light Goes Dim
And You're In The Shadows.
You Try To Do What People Tell You:
Put One Foot In Front Of The Other.
Keep Looking Up.
Give Yourself over To The Seconds, And Minutes, and Hours.
But Always There's That Glimmer of Light --
That Way Of Living You Once Knew.
Sort Of Faded and Smoky Like The Crescent Moon On A Winters Night
When The Air Is Full Of Ice and Clouds
But Still There, Hanging Just Over Your Head

Stop Burning Bridges
And Dive Off Of Them.
So I Can Forget About You.

Do You Know The Most Surprising Thing About Heartache?
It Doesn't Actually Kill You.
Like A Bullet To The Heart.
Or A Head-On Car Wreck.
It Should.
When Someone You've Promised To Cherish Forever
Says, I Never Loved You, It Should Kill You Instantly.
You Shouldn't Have To Wake Up Day After Day After That
Trying To Understand How In The World You Didn't Know.

"Why Am I Attracted To A Person I Know Isn't Good?"
"Because You're Hoping You're Wrong And Every Time They Do Something That Tells You They're No Good You Ignore It And Every Time They Come Through And Surprise You They Win You Over And You Lose That Argument With Yourself That They're Not For You"

A Broken Heart Should Be Visible.
Something That Hurts That Much Should Not Be Hidden.
The Pain, Much Worse Than Broken Bones.
Knife Wounds.
Gunshots.
Chemotherapy.
Tumors Or Boils.
Should Be Swathed In Long, White Bandages.
The Wounded Should Appear On Crutches
Or In A Wheelchair For Their Heart.
Then People Would Know.
They Would Recognize The Injured
They Would See The Damage, Understand, Care, Offer A Kind Word.
Love Is So Much Like War.
And A Relationship Only One Long Seige.
The Defenses Going Up And Down
As The Fortune Changes The Allies Transfer.
Couples Should Wear Combat Uniforms.
They Would Be Bright and Freshly Ironed In The First Days Of Romance.
Then The Material Would Become Stained, Begin To Fray.
We Would Lose A Button Or Two.
Anyone Looking At Us Would Know
Where We Were, How Far We Had Come.
Only The Shiny Epaulet Still Attatched
But Somehow A Symbol Of Hope
We Would Emerge Victorious.

And I'm Worried.
I'm Afraid That He Took Away My Ability To Believe.
And I Hate Him For That.
Because I Always Believed Before.
And Now I Just Feel...Lost.
And I Am, I'm Trying To Put Myself Out There
But I Feel So Hopeless.

There's One Thing I Want To Say
So I'll Be Brave
You Were What I Wanted
I Gave What I Gave
I'm Not Sorry I Met You
I'm Not Sorry it's Over
I'm Not Sorry There's Nothing To Save.

Forget What You Feel
And Remember What You Deserve

If You Knew How Bad You Made Me Feel
You'd Never Do A Thing Like This Again.
If This Is Just A Game You're Playing
I Don't Think I'll Make It To The End

And That's When I'll Discover That Revenge Is Sweet.
As I Sit There Applauding From A Front-Row Seat
When Somebody Breaks Your Heart
Like You, Like You Broke Mine

I Understand Feeling As Small And As Insignificant As Humanely Possible.
And How It Can Actually Ache In Places You Didn't Know You Had Inside You.
And It Doesn't Matter How Many New Haircuts You Get
Or Gyms You Join
Or How Many Glasses Of Chardonnay You Drink With Your Girlfriends
You Still Go To Bed Every  Night
Going Over Every Detail And Wonder What You Did Wrong
Or How You Could Have Misunderstood
And How In The Hell For That Brief Moment
You Could Think That You Were That Happy.
And Sometimes You Can Even Convince Yourself
That He'll See The Light
And Show Up At Your Door
And After All That
However Long All That May Be
You'll Go Somewhere New
And You'll Meet People Who Make You Feel Worthwhile Again.
And Little Pieces Of Your Soul Will Finally Come Back
And All That Fuzzy Stuff
Those Years Of Your Life That You Wasted
That Will Eventually Begin To Fade.

Strange:
But Even When You Know It Has To End.
When It Finally Does.
You Always Get That Inevitable Twinge:
Have I Done The Right Thing?

When You're Dreaming With A Broken Heart
The Waking Up Is The Hardest Part

I Saw You Today And Realized How Far Apart We've Grown.
I Know I Should Talk To You
And Ask How You've Been Doing
And I Really Wish That I Could
But It's Just Occurred To me
That We're Strangers Now
You Don't Know Me Anymore, Much Less Want Too.
It's Okay That You've Moved On.
I Know That Everything Is Different Now.
I've Been Staying Strong.

Oh How I Wish I Meant A Little More
Than The Symphony Of Heavy Breathing
And The Friction Of Hips.

An Accidental Touch Never Meant So Much
Makes Me Realize That We're Not Close Enough

And I Let You
Get The Best Of Me
Because
There Is Nothing Else That I Do Well

So Don't Explain
Cause I Know Exactly What Your Going To Say
Big Words, Recycled Phrases.
And The Bittersweet Taste Of Other Girls On Your Lips

Lets Destroy Each Other
Cause We're Too Cool
For Love Lines
And Soft Kisses
Over Cheap Wine
Smoke Me Baby Like Your Last Cigarette
And Whisper To Me
Say You'll Never Forget
Could You Break My Heart A Little More
Shove My Body Up Against Yours
And Kiss Me Like You Mean It.

Just When I Started To Open Up To You
You Made Me Realize Why I Shut The World Out

Can I Lay In Your Bed All Day?
I'll Be Your Best Kept Secret
And Your Biggest Mistake.

Are You Going To Be Something Else I'll Have To Survive?
Cause I'll Tell You Something
I'm Not Up To It.

Untie All The Strings Between Your Heart And Mine
Unlove Me
But Do It Real Slow
So I Don't Have To Lose You All At One Time.

It All Brought Up Such Bad Memories
I Mean Whom I Trying To Kid You Know?
A Clean Break Is Easier.
You Can Reset It, And It Heals, And You Move On
But If You Leave Things Messy
Or Things Dont Get Put Right
Then It Just Hurts...Forever
Its Really Time For me To Move Away From Him
From All Of This

Could You Pencil Me In When You Can?
Though We Both Know That The Worst Part About It Is
I Would Be Free When You Wanted Me
If You Wanted Me

To me, You Are Perfect
And My Wasted Heart
Will Always Love You

I Can't Figure Out Whats Worse
Having To Know Every Single Desperate Detail
Of Your Desperate Love For Some Other Women
Or Having To Know
That You Obviously Didn't Even Come Close
To Feeling The Same Way About Me

There She Was
Lost In The Darkness
Buried, Entombed, Walled In.
Anyone Who Could Have Seen Her In That State
After Having Seen Her Laugh And Dance In The Sunshine.
Would Have Shuddered.
Cold Like Night.
Cold Like Death.
Not A Breath Of Air Any Longer In Her Hair.
No Longer A Human Voice To Hear.
Not A Ray Of Light To See.
Broken In Two She Was.

I've Made My Choice, And I Choose Me.

I Die Inside A Little More
Each time You Replace Me

And Sometimes Your Heart Takes You Places
That Can Never Lead To A Happy Ending

Getting Over You Was The Hardest Thing
I've Ever Had To Do
And I Don't Think I Could Ever Do It Again.






 

Once upon a time there was a girl.
And this girl never learned her lessons.