I have wasted thousands and thousands of kisses on you - kisses that I thought were special because of your lips and your smile and all your color and life. I used to think that was the real you, when you smiled. But now I know you don’t mean any of it. You just save it for all your songs. Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight.
My heart hurts because it knows you’re going to break it.. again. My mind is clear because it needs not work, it’s done this many times before. And my eyes are so deceiving because they see yours and pretend like they have changed. -ecrashh.
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Beautiful and Damned” (via suzywire )