by karmasTESTdummy

Created on: November 11, 2009

Why can't I hate the reflection of an awful taste I can never dispel?

Through feeble self-therapeutic drinking games, a shot for every thought I wished I'd never known. I'll laugh out loud at your coy discourse to pleasure beyond belief your sorry demeanor. Forgive me if I'm rash. All of that wasted infidelity was just a crash course in your insincere ability to cope with the true nature of your insecurity. After all is said and done I am the bad guy while you escape oh so eloquently into the embrace of another guy. Or girl, or several other meaningless games of freeze tag until you're the only one wandering around; while in the wake of your indiscriminate happenings we are left mute and bound.

Now, you're onto a new breed of the same guy you've failed before. A new reason for reinvention to settle the torches you burned with thai sticks through glass bongs. So, why can't I hate the curly locks that plague my thoughts? The admitted demon as a cause to my remorse. Because, I understand. I've been the devious one and made fools out of the ones I claimed to love just to keep them all hands and knees. Our lessons learned, past and gone. Time will tell your story in the fashion of ironic justice. You will see when your journey in similar to my own, and I'll be crashing cars. You will witness, understand and then maybe we can focus on the amazing adventures. The true meaning to why our paths crossed.

smooth meet grace and recognize: your downfall. Your uprising to a resistance that choked our true calling.

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