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Blame

Today I’ll blame another poet like me for writing all the songs we heard together.

I’ll blame him for penning down the magical moments we spent.

I’ll blame him for making us fall in love with him because we thought he wrote the songs for us. I’ll also blame him for making us fall in love with each other too. Or were we pretending to be in love because we thought the songs were meant for us? I’ll blame him for this confusion.

I’ll blame him for the lyrics he wrote, for the tune he made, for the reality unknown. I’ll blame him for placing love so high and making it sound achievable. I’ll blame him for not telling me that it can be lost.

I’ll blame him for reminding me of him every time I listen to songs which we once loved.

I’ll blame him for making me miss it all.

 
 
 

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