Two to tango…

And still, we try…

Dinner, wine, snort,

and more wine…

Apple pie and ice cream

with wine…

Awkward conversation

mingles with the accusations

in each others eyes…

Neither one willing to speak

about the real problem…

Anger.

Guilt.

Hurt.

Guilt.

Those who are without sin

may cast the first stone…

We both stand on similar ground.

We both have every reason to feel angry.

Guilty,

and hurt.

 

 

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The blame game…

Bruises on my heart match the ones upon my skin.

Yes, I treated you badly.Blame

The guilt belongs to us both in truth.

You treated me badly too.

Blame game.Can we move forward from here?

You’ll think about it…

And so I wait.

Unsure if I want you to return, or not.