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My fault

I remember our brief time together

That dance we did.

I can still feel your name on my lips and I hate that because

it's my fault.

It was as if I had no inhibitions, maybe I was high off the freedom associated with simply being there.

It's as if it wasn't even me.

Like

She approached you

sweet smile playing about her lips and asked if you were ready for this dance

She didn't ask for a dance

she simply offered a great time.

Giving credit where it is due.

You were great

and so began the infatuation that was bound to result in nothing good.

It was a one night thing,

those were the unwritten agreements.

Still nothing good came of it in the days following.

That night was a fantastic fantasy

That was all it was meant to be

But somehow my mind can't register that was what it was

And those songs

the ones we enjoyed  

The ones you sang into my ear

I can't listen to them anymore, and I really liked them before you happened.

I started feeling jumpy and awkward

Feelings of self doubt surfaced

I started feeling like I wasn't good enough

Like I'm not good enough

But really, 

It's my fault

I mean it was great

and a memory I won't forget,

But like, What was it that was wrong with me?

Am I too forward? too short? too innocent? Did I display some naivety?

Am I not pretty enough?Was I not enough?

Is that it? Am I not enough?

Know what, don't sweat it. 

It's my fault.

I'm sorry.

I wasted my time.

And it hurts to think that

Because we had such a great time together

But I just can't seem to fathom why

I haven't the faintest clue as to why

Why I'm slightly obsessed

Why that night happened the way it did

Why everything is like this now

but

it's my fault

I'm sorry