Inkwithoutvoice

Silent thoughts , written loud

[inkwithoutvoice]

They say to love is to destroy , i agree .

To love is to bleed yourself dry.

To love is to give every piece of you , to place your hope in another .

To love is to leave every fragment of who you are — yourself , your soul . Until there’s nothing left but the echo .

[inkwithoutvoice]

No matter how much you’re trying to fix a broken vase , you’ll always see the cracks …

[inkwithoutvoice]

They say to love is to destroy , i agree .

To love is to bleed yourself dry.

To love is to give every piece of you , to place your hope in another .

To love is to leave every fragment of who you are — yourself , your soul . Until there’s nothing left but the echo .