murders-are-getting-prettier:

"Cigarette smoke fills my lungs,
But not the way your cologne did.
I can still taste you on my tongue,
And even though it’s bitter.
I still crave you.
I don’t know how to stop,
In some ways I don’t want to.
I know I should move on,
And I am trying.
But late at night,
It has to be you.”

Everyday I tell myself I need to get over you, But every night I find myself thinking about how much I want you back.
(via leohearts)

el-rey-cubano:

Whenever you wanna talk to me remember this, because I just bring you pain

fairweatherpoet:

Another story 

imafaithfulsinner:

Hate it.

favoritelittlelyrics:

The Used, “Getting Over You”