Prevaricates

Maybe the fault lies Within me Maybe the fault lingers Within my voice Maybe the fault dwells Within my suffocating words Maybe the fault lurks Within the smoke in my lungs That can’t hack its way out Maybe the fault cuts Within my wounds that spread Covering the parts they can’t see Maybe the fault slithers around the grooves And the twists of my body My blemished face My bruised heart Maybe the fault lies Within you Maybe the fault dances Within your knives of your words And your anguish And that which you caused me Maybe the fault gazes At the nights we shared The nearly satisfied sighs Maybe the fault guards The secrets we keep for the rest of our lives Maybe the fault lies Not within me But within you Maybe the fault lies