Guilty...

Guilty..
for loving you when you needed it..
guilty for standing by you when you walked away..
guilty for defending you when people doubted you..
because i understand..

guilty for leaving you alone
to give you a chance to start to start life again..
because i want you to be happy..
now i stand guilty again..
of a lie you created as my truth..

do i still really know you?
but what does that matter?
freakier things have happened before..
now i'm just amused,
bemused and very much accused..