Fine, accuse her.
But why?
Just so you can feel good about your own pretty lies?
You point out that nobody's perfect,
and use it.
Fine, maybe she did.
So what?
You did too.
But you hid.
She is not a coward.
She owns up to her mistakes.
Fine, maybe it's true.
Maybe you'll never win.
Maybe this constant drama will never end.
But we are not trying to sabotage.
We just want love.
In the end, that's the goal, right?
Perhaps one day we'll be able to look at the blessings in front of us,
Instead of being in competition with each other.
But we fight over what we can't see.
Instead of accusing and pointing fingers,
Please,
Just talk with love.
It's so much easier.
And instead of waiting for a long time when it doesn't matter,
Tell them then.
And talk with love.
I know you are in your own debate,
Caught in a net of what you see.
Come up to breathe.
