This being my fault is what I’ve been used to accepting.
Beside my feet,
I retrieved our truth in a shattered glass of mistakes.
Blood drips from thin finger cuts.
I hold an image from a time when we grinned
and exchanged flirtatious pickup lines.
Without evidence,
I’ll admit, if it’ll make you stay,
I’m the one to blame.

(© 2022 AC)

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