Fault and Blame

It's not your fault, but I'm not the one to blame. No matter how diligent or pure of intent, who among us could win the fight of the heart on its own home turf?  Easier yet to swim against the ocean tide or to control a paper airplane in the hurricane. 

You just don't know the hell you create for me when you look at me...sparking dreams that we could be, when we can't. Though you tempt and hold powers to sway my mind, the blame is not yours, but the fault is not mine. 

Taking the long way 'round as not to fall prey to your bewitching glance, I'm ever so careful not to let you see my dance, the dance I do only for you...even when I know I have no chance. 

Someone needs to stand and assume the responsibility to fix this that could lead to something broken, yet I assume the position, well aware that my decision will only cause fault and blame. 

Fault and blame like a flickering flame with exposing light of love in vain. Planting fertile soil around dead seeds will never give the nurturing water purpose. Still you smile and touch, wink at me and it is all too much.  

Fault and blame, blame and fault both sides of one coin, worthless currency. 

By:  Andrew J. Dorsey
April 14, 2015 - 1:11 a.m.

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