I think I lost myself
somewhere between your front steps
and 22nd street
miles from my home
and blocks from you
Maybe I lost myself because
I had put so much of myself in to you
Now I'm just a wandering shell
trying to remember who I am
I feel like I have amnesia
a chunk of my life stolen from memory
all because you said you couldn't love me
Or maybe it was that you wouldn't
So I left the memory of you
on the corner of 22nd and Holland
under the old oak tree
with the names of lovers
scarred in its trunk
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Christians Are Partying Harder and Having Better Sex Than You | Make it Mad
Please read this. I don't beg that often, but I think that everyone should read it. Christians and non-Christians alike.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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