Don’t Blame Me For The Fool You Made of Yourself

 
Don’t frame me in the role of the shade you cast on me
When I’m the villain in your delusion, the trauma of your fantasy

Tell me that I led you on when in truth I made it clear
But you broke your own heart on the words you want to hear

Filtering perspectives through
The darkest part of me and the most desperate part of you
I’m trying to understand it through your broken point of view

Hostages to head games and fabricated myths of slander
For all the things I wish I never said in my will to pander
Gradually I digress as my thoughts begin to meander
You’re lying to yourself but I appreciate your candor

Honest to how you feel but only in your mind
When your eyes are open wide but you don’t know that you are blind
Imagination takes the cake in this romance of deceit
I guess I should take some responsibility in light of my own sense of vain conceit

Gaslighting back and forth what is true and what is the lie
Divided on the recourse of letting go of the past, the future is my alibi

I can’t make peace with your demons for you
And I’m not one of them despite the way you relegate me to devil
Tiptoeing over minefields of sensitive triggers without warning
I won’t sink to the depths of your dilapidated level

Apologies of hindsight, was it my knife or your own?
I suppose I didn’t help when I flirted on the fringe of your fear of winding up alone

I swear to you I never thought of us as anything more than friends
But you go through the detox like I’m the venom for the sake of the means of your own ends

When you pretend like we more to salvage significance contrived of the defense of your own dignity
As your mind enshrined obsession and made me the god of your self pity

Accusation allegation, prosecute me on the premise of the straw man that doesn’t exist
When I became the face of your self reflecting narcissist

Invisible rocks thrown at the pane of tinted windows that misperceive
Was it a figment of your own imagination or someone else entirely that aided in your sense of make believe

I’m not your toxic Romeo and you’re far from any sense of my Juliet of the life that I once knew
Or perhaps I just can’t recall the man I was, more or less the childish, without innocence
When you got caught in the cross fire of my search for identity from a shrouded point of view
When I spoke so carelessly and fell prey to my own negligence

Mistaken in one sense for the way your memory does disservice to your recollection of events
Yet on some level I still doubt myself when somehow I’m guilty of the turmoil whether or not you’ve got the falsified evidence

Place me at the scene of the crime that never was and stone me there
God knows it’s no less what I deserve
Who am I to defend myself when I was the demented
I can’t scapegoat my actions on being damaged
I guess I’ve got some nerve

Call me your stalker when your body wished for my eyes to be enraptured in a gaze
As illnesses communicate through harmonies of illusion, surfing the wavelengths of the latest craze

I cannot define the shape of you, when we were both of us formless and void
Break up with who you thought I was, and look past the ideation of the monster you enjoyed…