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Andrew Rueter May 2019
I admit fault

All I can say
Is I’m sorry I swayed
During the fray
I swerved in your lane
I could’ve said it was rain
Or my brakes were restrained
Instead I accept blame

I was once rear ended
By a peer who pretended
I purposefully meant it
Like my car was rented
So I became the defendant
Against the non repentant
My heart couldn’t be mended
From my trust being dented

So I admit fault
To close the vault
Of paranoid salt
For confusion to halt
You blame me for what happened,
Don't you.
I guess it's okay...
I blame me too,
If I wasn't there,
She still would be.

If I had locked it up...
she wouldn't have used it...
and then,
You'd have no one to blame.

It's okay,
I've secretly claimed this fault for my own anyway,
Shoulder'd the burden of it all...

It was my gun,
after all...


If I'd come home just a little earlier,
If I'd been the son I should have been,
If I'd swallowed my f*cking pride and just told her I loved her,
My mother may still be here...

You blame me for what happened,
I understand...
It's okay,
I blame me too...
Poetress2 Apr 2019
He had lied, deceived, and cheated,
used mind games to make her stay;
She'd slowly died, deep down inside,
yet she could not get away.
~
He played the "Blame Game" often,
yet he never took the fall;
He claimed she was the problem,
everything was all her fault.
~
So she tried her best each morning,
to hide the tears that she shed;
They were room mates in their home,
and strangers in their own bed.
~
He no longer loved this woman,
and she did not love him back;
She saw no sense in staying,
so she slowly began to pack.
~
No trust or communication,
excisted anymore;
She wondered if she left him,
would he hear her shut the door?
~
Yet she was much too weak,
to go out on her own;
She lacked the strength, that it would take,
to leave her unhappy home.
Rezium Feb 2019
Again and again,
I'm stuck facing this brick wall in shame.
Me.
You.
My love.
My child.
I feel as if I've brough shame to all these names.
But then again,
Your knives arent exactly clean of blood.

So many times I stay awake thinking of the dreams and things I and we could've had.
****...
Unnecessary.
But, so was what we had.

I can't look back,
I can't fix what's broken
And I can't keep hooking on to things that I feel can't hooking a chemical that makes these me irresponsible.

So what do I do?
The future is haunted by the past and the past haunts my future. I miss trusting what I thought was love, family, and hope.
write and remember
you can meet a member
nearest to your heart

or you imagine that
and you must be the widest
because the time had the thought

try and remember
your heart will not forget
it does not also forgive

you as you may do a fault
make him wide
from his love, he meets

as you always say
the time stops at my way
traveling is the best way to change the life way, but you meet a lover at your way. what can you do?
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