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There is a place inside my head and within that place is girl named Blake Lively. Inside my mind are the expressions and demeanor of a girl I know that I hurt because of the type of person I am. I feel the surface before backing off and when I finally do dig like one is supposed to I gouge so deep I am unsure what to do with it. I let some gouge me until I run into the ones whose stance I cannot decipher. I would have let you closer except I was unsure of where you stood. If you completely hate me that you would trash me until I died but if you loved a part of me that there could be a fire between us whose warmth would reconnect us together. I enjoyed every minute I spent fucking with your mind and love you for it: thank you. It hurt and the pain was difficult to nullify which was what I Ioved about it. More could have existed between us had her eyes seen more.

There is a fire inside me, burning to devour the last of the pain from the denial of a coward to afraid to allow the world to know she rolls in the dirt. Blake, here is to you, fame and fucking fortune in all. You excell at weakening the skin and toughen mine because of the way it works. Thank you Blake for ensuring that my soul will never die and Fuck You for not being here to fight once more.

Fuck you with love and hate:

Laugh Long, Love Life,

Ryan Versaw