August 2009
2 posts
You Never Forget Your First Time
There’s a voice at home in the back of my mind And I’ve erased from its vocabulary every word of doubt Except for when it comes to you And there’s a thought that sneaks up on me When I think about what the coming years might bring But I ignore it, it might be true Second might not always mean second best But that doesn’t make it hurt any less Just one thing could bring this...
You'll grow out of hanging from the edges...
I’m updating this because this is the closest to the park by your house I can get. I need someplace where only you can hear me because you never judge me. And I feel like I should be judged.
Nothing awful happened today. It was little things that all piled up on each other until I felt like breaking. And then I was driving home and I thought back to the day after Theresa (I’m so...