Fuck The Blame Game

by Mac Guerreiro

Eye recognize you,
How could eye not?
The platinum blond that made for a great play,
No,
Eye can't forget your face,
But wish eye could forget his name,
Then eye think,
Why is it that eye choose you to blame?
You likely just fell for his game,
Eye can't blame you,
Eye did the same,
Now eye wish eye hadn't
Still mad at myself for handing out that second chance,
Just now eye wondered if he managed to get in your pants,
Suppose it's none of my business,
But an aspect of me can't help those thoughts,
Call it masochistic,
Or perhaps his vibes still haven't left me,
Thought is a two-way street,
And even if you're not stirred to action,
It doesn't feel like you've completely let go of our interactions,
Can't believe eye'm saying this,
But eye wish you would,
So it could be game over for good.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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