My biggest fear is that you aren’t different from my last.
You’re the same man he was, only stronger and bigger.
My biggest fear is you’ll take over my life like my last
and this time: i don’t stand a chance.
If you have the person you really want. You are one lucky fucker
I don’t have to wake up in the morning and see smeared make up and dried up tears on my pillow to know that the hole in my heart is still aching. Before you left, I used to breathe in sunsets and blue skies when I spoke your name. Now every time someone asks me how I’m doing, my teeth throb and my throat burns as I try to find the strength to tell them I forgive you for smoking me like your last cigarette, even though you didn’t even have the time to put me out in an ash tray.
-They told me I’d have to forgive you if I wanted to let you go. (via jayda-mane)