This is a new religion to me
I'm a VCR funeral, a dead memory waste
Saturday, March 19, 2011
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.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
We danced to Van Morrison and shut out the world.
I am sorry for hurting you, but I'm also sorry due to how I'll never really feel sorry for what I did to you.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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