— G.K. Chesterton (via observando)
4. I gave him half of my heart and my memory in hopes of never remembering his name.
14. I tried to turn in what was left of my body for a get of jail free pass. Without him, safety no longer existed.
17. I gave him my body in exchange for the hope of love.
19. I tore at my skin in the hope that he would pick up the pieces as though they were the pieces of my heart that he discarded on the ground.
20. I prayed for him. I prayed every day, for him. My savior. My destroyer. I gave him what was left of my heart, what was left of my body, only to be returned as, damaged goods.
29. I have nothing left to give. I prayed for you. I prayed you would be the man to bundle up my brokenness with ties that bind-To take what was left of my heart, bruised, torn and broken-To take what was left of my body, scarred, imperfect and aching-and beckon me to come inside.