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Usually,

it is 

all my fault

& I screw things up

eyes wide open.

I make the mistakes

with full awareness

in a robotic fashion

I feel anger

but know it was me

but this time

it actually was her

& for once

I can hold my head up;

look in the mirror

 and tell myself

“You’re off the hook

you old bastard.”

I phone at the right times

I texted sweet nothings

and wrote tankas & cheritas

I didn’t get the words

warbled in my throat

and tried to see it 

through her eyes

but still she pushed me away

and gave up something 

we both wanted.

& for once

I feel fully vindicated.