She said, choose your next three words very carefully
All my life I never tensed over a thing so fragile
My statements now put on the weigh balance
Only that I stood there clueless hoping that my promises held weight
Patiently I wait for her assessment, a chill running down my spine
Never been the one to take compliments through arguments
Those curse words cut through the surface to reach my feelings
Once we get started there is no timer to set our grind pads halting
So I take my time to read the lines on her face
Hard to tell what's going on in her mind right now
All the things we said that we didn't mean got us here
Maybe sometimes we should learn to just kick back and hush
Words running through the cracks in our emotions
Forgive me please rather be It's your fault
It's never easy taking the blame for wrongs done
I am sorry it's my fault how can I make it right?
So often I beg pardon but forget to make it okay with that
My next three words should have matter more than my last three
Maybe we should set this ablaze with the next three
How about, Go to hell!
We would all be better making peace and living over it
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The poem, and specially its title, offer multiple options to think over. Thought provoking. Thanks. I quote: It's never easy taking the blame for wrongs done