| Its a proven fact that deviantART hates me. |


Sink or SwimToo far past the shoreline, the waves carry you awaySink or Swim
You struggle, you swim, fighting against the oncoming change A bitter realization revealing what this occurrence will soon allow
Twisted alterations of who you are now Searching for any method to escape this wakening storm
But it only drags you under, relentless waves which you cannot depart from A line has been thrown, a net to pull you in Chances to finally regress but away from help you swim A sudden change of mind, recognizing youd rather float away We wait for you from the pier, hoping youll return someday But h


I'm The One To BlameYour picture is at the bottom of my dresser, the one you gave me months ago. The edges of it are creased and the right hand corner is slightly torn from repeatedly pulling it out of its hiding spot. I hide it here each time you leave, only returning it to its rightful place on my desk when you decide to return to me. Ive lost count of how many times I had to repeat this process. For some reason I always forgive you, accepting your excuses without a complaint. Then when you take my hand, swear to me for the millionth time that youll love me forever, somehow your words captivate me. Im prisoner yet again toI'm The One To Blame


What's Your Motive?I dont know what Im expecting. Part of me is praying youll stumble across this and regret everything. Do I think itll bring you back to me? I want to put everything into words, simply remind you of all that we had. Then maybe, just maybe youll feel even a diminutive amount of remorse.What's Your Motive?
Now I realize how things actually are, how they actually were. Our relationship wasnt built on love and trust. It was merely a compound of your life, a composite of deception and lack of concern. Id fire clichés and say that it was all a game to you but even you didnt know how to play. &nbs


Beneath The LayersBeneath the layer of artificial love, under the cover of countless lies Theres a tiny voice that whispers warnings in the dead of the night It cries out to you to escape, cautions you do not heed Because though the truths before you, you refuse to leave Maybes and what ifs clouded your mind, blocking the view of every flawBeneath The Layers
If only you had peeled away the surface, layer by layer, until you saw That this event was uprising, in no matter of time could you prevent It would have eventually occurred, despite your vain attempts The realization lies before you now as the layers begin to rot away
| Its a proven fact that deviantART hates me. |
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"I skate to one song, and one song only: my lady humps, by the black eyed peas."
"I'm not skating to that, I don't even know what that means!"
~blades of glory
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