"..You wanted so many women, you forgot to want yourself
Between your arrogance and your warm caring self, you left something there, missing.. like the star missed the sun and back You were missing a piece you could not find because you were too busy piling up memories off of hearts of vulnerable girls Every summer you'd make them fall in love, you'd deliberately undress their minds and open their hearts, and just as they are ready to welcome you, you'd leave So normal, so loud like basketballs dribbling on a basketball court somewhere in Chicago. It was not for your looks they fell, they fell for your supposedly honesty, your way of being so caring and so mysterious. You were a stranger, and the kindness of strangers was something they knew intimately Your conquests were like trophies, sat in a shelf, growing dust and never looked at again. Just for that one story to talk about, that 5 minute rush, you would break someone else's heart just to make yours feel whole again..at least for that while." July 25th, 2014
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