Submissions by macklemora

A conversation going nowhere.
Awkward moments of silence,
as questions form with each deep breath.

Every word woven together by the unspoken
truth: why her and not me?

You see, no one hears this side of the story.
The side where pride is banished and shame
reigns supreme.

The victim versus the villain.
Only who is the real villain?

It’s never him.
No he has an excuse for every
acqusation.

“It was a moment of weakness,”
or, “I was drunk.”
No responsibility taken.
Crown given back to the prince.
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