Something I'm struggling with:

The urge to blame past loves

And exonirate oneself from blame

Whilst analysing excessivly

What could have been:

A) Said, and

B) Done

Better.

In order to have kept the romance alive.

Perhaps a desire on my part 

To have some rationale

For my actions and situation. 

It would be nice for the blame 

To be his.

Or mine.

If only adultery had come between us 

Rather than that murkier text

Of theory and politics

Perhaps then, the cause and effect 

could be plotted within the social frame. 

Is the ability to write of a renounced love 

And refrain from tears a sign of progress?

Or is self-depresiative analysis merely another form 

Of narcissistic rumination?