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I want to hold myself accountable
for all the things I’ve done
to lead me where colors are scarce
and dreams only have one direction

but all I see is you
and the ways your warped sense
of love had kept rear ending
my illusions of control into
the kind of bad decisions that
you would blame me for afterward

on and on like smoke
through a wrought iron grate
spiraling down

evils we unleashed that won’t
be so easily put back in the bottle

and so I’m working first
on forgiveness

of myself

for trusting you

“Airplanes” by photographer Sergey Piltnik


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