It pains me to be quiet when my heart wants to speak.
I love you even when I hate you.
My broken heart will heal after a while; my goal is to see you and not cry, but smile.
Love is an invitation to let someone break your heart.
I hate love because it hurts for it to heal.
I hate the fact I love you.
I hate love for how it brings me down.
I hate how life goes on, when mine just stays in place.
I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me.
I don’t have love and I hate love.
I hate love, because he loves somebody else.
