Tired…

There, I accept

The mistakes you believe I made

Though it was unintentional

I think it’s best left unsaid

 

There, I accept

My flaws and my faults

Though I promise I had some good

I think it’s hidden deep in the vaults

 

There, I accept

My surrender and my defeat

Your hands have wounded me enough

as the words in the moment of heat

 

There, I accept

I may have changed and defy

what you believed

Though ironically

It was me who was deceived.