own it.

I'm quick to take on all the blame. Instead of only owning my faults, I own the faults of the others as well.

The truth is- I am more than my mistakes. So are you. The difference being, you want to lay them at my doorstep as well. That's not something I'll allow for you to do any longer.

Your words were so easy, but your actions less so.

Imagine what it could have been like- if you had any follow through? If you hadn't let your fear dictate your choices?

I am constantly afraid, but moving forward. What about you?

I am flawed, but aware. Unashamed, not unyielding. My pride is intact, but I'm not above admitting if I've done wrong.

You on the other hand...