The Blame Circus

The Blame Circus

What part of me is supposed to be okay

With everything we’ve done

I’ve become a threat to my own mind again

Simmering in doubt and second guesses

Whose fault?

Who really fucked it all?

Was it a tag team- a dynamic duo

Your inability to accept flaws and admit faults

Interlocking with my insecurities and useless confrontation skills

Your lack of communication and my haunting confidence that everything was okay

We were so similar

Do you see the red flags? 

Or do they cancel out when we both wave them?

Whose fault?

Now apart, are we still, in a way, responsible for how we make eachother feel?

Were we ever?

Was it ever our obligation to tame our actions 

To better make way for each other’s happiness

Or was it another flag we had to juggle

Painting our faces, concealing any and all hurt

Well clowns cry too

Whose fault?

Blame swings to and fro

All sense of judgement gone

Are you ruining me still? 

Or is that what I want to think so 

I don’t feel responsible for my own suffering?

Who’s the ring leader, you or I?

The embers roar below

The crowd needs answers

Everything looks so terrifying up here

Please answer me

One last time

Whose fault?

Hold on, for the big finish.

- M.