who's to blame.
my fault, her fault.
the fault of vodka,
the night air. the
music.
a full moon and conversation.
we should stop, but don't.
who's fault is it when things
don't go
the way
you think they should.
it's not always love,
or even like,
sometimes it's a mistake made,
a muddled agreement,
mutual and wrong
to go onward,
an error in judgement,
with shame and regret,
for both, it's
something
done in the dark, without
a light.
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