I was only an inhale.
And it’s becoming the time of year when inhales feel like ice in the back of your throat
I must have burned your tongue because you coughed and spit me out like I was the smoke in your brothers lungs.
I wanted to be more then a cigarette break to you
but now I can’t help but wonder how many times you saw her face when we kissed before you decided I was burning out
and although my lungs still feel empty from the first time you took my breath away
I won’t spend all of October writing songs about you
because it rains
and there are waterfalls
and sometimes there are shooting stars
so it’s okay for things to end
it’s okay for us to fall
even if you break your wrist on the pavement.
I have to stop letting you hurt me when you aren’t even around (via freakysad)
some stupid bitch: i dont want to watch american horror story because i dont like scary things