“Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.Words you can’t have back, so they linger.”

“I’m tired of wanting to respond but never knowing what face you’ll be wearing, not knowing what mean or nice words you’ll be saying, so I stay silent knowing I can’t take another round of your uncontrolled verbs, your misinterpretations of my world. So many men? Yes, I have so many men, didn’t know that this text-fighting, me on the other side crying was exclusive to just us two.”

“I can’t talk to you anymore.I can’t talk to youwith wordswith thoughtswith silence.I can’t talk to you anymore(she won’t talk to you anymore).”

“If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.”

“....finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed alongwhen something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game...”

“He's just not that into you, if he doesn't have a heart.”

“I hate you. I hate you like the girl who hates cake because it makes her fat and she can’t stop eating it.”