A simple deja vu, just with different reactions because ties that were once built to last are slowly wearing off. Corroding with perhaps bottles and bottles more of concentrated HCl being poured all over them. Whether admittance is admitted or not, truth is, it is happening right before our eyes and weirdly, no further actions are taken to prevent further damage or to neutralise such an acidic medium. In the course of months, differences which were once set aside and celebrated with underaged drinking, switched lanes. As the headlights that once shone the black cat crossing the road, are the very one in my eyes now. The last drop of that celebratory bottle was a wake up call, a break up. Never before have I, perhaps I was getting good at it, perhaps it didn't mean as much, but for the first time, I wonder,

Is It My Fault?