When I'm done being mad at myself
for all my bad decisions
for all the things I set up to make sure
I won't get what I want
The straw men I built
to create a beautifully crafted distraction
(And maybe I could fall in love with
those delusions
for a short time
And maybe I could love you
for your part
in them)
But when I'm exhausted from
all that self-sabotage
it's still me
and only me
in this mess.
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