Safe to Say.

It’s safe to say I was at fault.

It’s safe to say I was to blame.

It’s safe to say I was the bad guy.

All those times I should’ve done more, I didn’t.

All those times, I didn’t speak up and didn’t.

All those times, I should’ve stayed quiet and didn’t.

Maybe it was my fault that it didn’t work out.

Maybe none of it had to do with everything in your past.

Maybe I was afraid to throw everything else away and wondered what people would think.

To speak my truth, these thoughts hardly ever crossed my mind. You’d have to be the best lawyer to convince me I was the one who could be the one to fuck something up as much as I did. I type it out now, and inside of me, I can feel a part of my brain giggling about the idea.

Hindsight is always 20/20, or so they say.

But I can’t sit here today and tell you that I would have no doubts about doing things the right way.

It wasn’t possible, and it wasn’t an option.

But I guess if you look back on things and wonder who fucked everything up when you took that leap of faith on me, I guess that one falls on me.