it would be awesome
to blame it all
on you.
in fact,
i think it would be
the right thing to do.
the good thing to do.
the best thing?
ugh. not so much.
filed away under
“sucks to admit it”
is knowing i am not
without some responsibility.
(way to equivocate, dude.)
so for the sake of “honesty”
and whatever conscience i have left
in the aftermath
of what you put me through /
what i put you through /
what we went through together
as half-broken human beings,
i will not blame you
for everything;
i will blame you
just enough
so that it’s all your fault.