Blindsided

Of the other possible possibility. Because there are always two sides to every story.

Blindsided

Maybe

I broke your heart in the first place

and acted like I was the victim

Maybe

the cold shoulder that you gave

was your self-defense mechanism

And if that was the case;

I'm sorry

that you have to put yourself back together

while I was busy

playing the broken card

I'm sorry

that you have to heal the wound I caused

while I was busy

misunderstanding you.

Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate 😝😝