I'M Sorry It Was You

I'm sorry it was the plan
For you to play the deceiver
I've learned that it's not personal,
It's just the setup of the Schemer

It may not have been my fault,
But really, it's not your's either
You were born a flame thrower,
I guess I was born a flame receiver

But I'm not bitter
I learned to be a flame eater;
Understanding the fire
Makes the burn a little sweeter...

But I'm still sorry it was the plan
For you to carry out the task
Because ambivalent feelings
Are the inevitable aftermath

I've learned to forgive
And let the past be the past;
In the end, I got stronger,
And a chance to laugh last

My feet are on higher ground
And walk a smoother path;
But every time I see fire,
The flames wear your face
As a mask
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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