a collection of my own writings … sentence starters
a warning for dark themes and profanity
“ i still have the scars. “
“ you will not hurt me, again. “
“ and, despite it all, i survived. “
“ my innocence died with them. “
“ please, give me a reason to stay. “
“ eventually, you just get used to it. “
“ even hell would spit me back out. “
“ you’re still a fighter, right? prove it. “
“ remorse has no place in my heart. “
“ i’m sorry. i never meant to change. “
“ strike me again and you will learn… “
“ i am stronger than this. i have to be. “
“ ——– but, you said that you loved me? “
“ you point and laugh as i crack and break. “
“ is there anything left in your shallow heart? “
“ i know there’s no fixing me, i’m too far gone. “
“ how did your gentle heart become so jaded? “
“ don’t cry for me, now. don’t you dare. not you. “
“ you’ve been fighting too hard for too long, now. “
“ my halo keeps slipping down. it’s choking me, now. “
“ their lives aren’t worthless. they’re just… worth less. “
“ your touch does not need to be soft. i will not break. “
“ i’ve paid for my sins. now, i come to collect for yours. “
“ your hands looked like safety… until they turned to fists. “
“ i was too young. i didn’t know. i tried. i did try. i am sorry. “
“ there is nothing beautiful about the way i’ve been broken. “
“ but moving on means letting you go, and i’m not ready, yet. “
“ spit out the blood and keep going. be strong. they still need you. “
“ someday, i’ll be strong enough, brave enough… not today, not yet. “
” poor little lamb, so lost and afraid… bleating for help that never came. “
“ you threaten to throw me to the wolves? do it. i’ll be in better company there. “
“ in all these years, your arms are the only place that have ever felt like a home. “
“ as the flames rise, i will laugh while you choke on the ashes of all your mistakes. “
“ you were iron and i was glass. how easy it must have been to shatter me at your feet. “
“ the worst part is when i can look someone in the eye and say ‘ it’s okay, i’m used to it’. “
“ ‘ where’s your conscience? where’s your heart? ‘ they’re six feet under, dead and gone. “
“ come back to bed, my dear. you’ve woven these sheets with webs of lies… now sleep in it. “
“ i don’t know which is worse: remembering everything you did to me, or knowing that you don’t. “
“ you are whole galaxies encased behind patient smiles and a gentle heart, beautiful and infinite. “
“ you are a thunderstorm. fierce. intense. powerful. dangerous. and I wouldn’t want you any other way. “
“ somehow, without me even realizing it, you became so, so important… the most important part of my life. “
“ i was broken, again and again, melted down, remade, reforged, until nothing remained of who i’d been before. “
“ all of your pretty words cannot convince me there is a shred of beauty left in that vile, putrid wreckage you presume to call a heart. “
“ they shattered you apart, rebuilt you from the shards. and, now, when you look in the mirror… you can’t even tell who you used to be. “
“ you deserve so much more than these jagged pieces… these shards of what i used to be. because, in the end, they will only cut you down. “
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