It was never meant to end, it was never meant to stop.
This is all that’s left: broken hearts still beating, 
strangled throats still screaming loud. 
I can still remember those late summer nights sitting on the stones 
across from the clubs in coves with ex-friends and broken bones.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to fade away, 
to disconnect and leave everything behind. 

(Source: cautiouseyes, via soletsgonowhere)