No Tomorrow

the long version

The people we love are thieves.They steal our hearts. They steal our breath.They steal our sanity.And we let them.Over and over and over again.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *They say you never forget your first time. Mine was with a homeless musician who effed my brains out under a bridge. He was my first love. And sixteen years later, I still can’t get him out of my head. He broke all my rules.He also broke my heart.I watched him climb to stardom, cheering him on from afar.But I was nev