Saturday, March 19, 2011

I can't believe that you are for real. I don't care as long as you're mine.

   This is a new religion to me 
 I'm a VCR funeral, a dead memory waste 

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Down the burning ropes. Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies. You make your bed under the moonlight. I think it's time we said goodbye.

You walked to the place where you felt the safest and did the things you felt were necessary. However you think that I left you, but I never did. I've been here all along, you just were too caught up in your habits to realize I was trying to protect you. Blame me, hate me, ignore me, I get it. But don't pretend that you don't need me. We need each other just the same.