An Apology
It's hard to take the blame, but sometimes credit's due.
It's easier to rearrange what's wrong from what is true.
The focus is not on you.
What part I could have had.
I'm sorry if I messed things up, I wasn't meaning to.
And I realize now it doesn't matter how.
I'm responsible for my actions and yours are up to you,
and I realize now I can't be the judge.
If only I can see the wrong you've done,
then the wrong should be on me.
The circumstantial disagreements that we face,
are better when the truth about them doesn't get misplaced.
My senseless rational kicks in and takes control.
The words I spoke are said and done they're meaningless the same.