Accountability ≠ Apology

Tear them down

The walls I’ve built

Take my frown

The halls of guilt

This, my mark

When my heart bled

If you are,

With what you said,

Okay, then I

Am too I guess

You really were

So great in bed

Your sensation I did grow fond

Such elations seeded spawned

Though, even in a viscous scare

To you, completely unaware

I zoned fruition in discomfort

For truly, deeply, and triumphant

Trials that, profoundly different

Yet behold a safer interest

I knew what I was ready for

But you'd not met me at the door

True intimacy is all I craved

Something you could have never saved

The pressure I ensued in you

I must own my fault in due

To be secure, I could’ve been

Had I cured that part within

Ideal visions, not my virtue

Yet insecure was I resent you

I take not back the rhymes I fed

They are mine, in times I’ve said

They’re designed as traps of horror

And aligned with just before your

Severance of our lover’s quarrel

Sorry, not I, too immoral

Making responsibility mine to harm not you nor me

Taking accountability does not mean apology