“Closing up. Finally spent.You are gone.And now you're moving along.Heavy now. Tears remain.Hard pressed to rest.When all I feel like is a mess.Now, don't you worry your head.You're not my one and only friend.And I don't need you anymore.To leave me bruised and broken on the floor.You left me bruised. You left me broken.You left me bruised. You left me broken.”
“You left me over college tuition? Seriously? You left me broken and crying over money?”
“You get mad at me, you kick the tire, I don't get a bruise, the tire doesn't care, and you're the only one hurting. How's that working for you, Kip?”
“I am broken, bruised, shattered. That's what drives me. That's where my need for control comes from.”
“I'm so..." Heartsick. You took my insides and left me a little broken. ”
“Don't worry, Evie; my heart isn't broken, only bruised."-Sarah to Evie Johnson, p.345”