"I don't love you anymore." Is a pretty lie that you adore. Five words you've heard many times. A week after Ben told you that for the dozenth time he came crawling, begging for you to take him back.

"I didn't mean it baby," he said, holding your hands in his as he sat on his knees in front of you. "I love you." He kissed your knuckles.

The cut that always bleeds. Says he loves someone new then beats your heart to black and blue and then they leave and your the one he comes back to.