There is so much,
as a fact as such.
Information,
that realization.

Is not always accurate,
and it is not always fate,
It is overload and stress,
distraction in a mess,

and here are we,
imperfect, you see,
not the heroes intended,
sometimes not even pretended.

We fail, we mistake,
altough fully awake,
we can turn blind,
not matter how kind,

That we unintentionally harm
and with all our charme,
we try to justify and neglect,
the stain of guilt to detect,

As even if we did not intend,
and no matter how hard we defend,
Harm was caused, intention or not,
might be a perspective we forgot,

Misscomunication,
a wrong realization.
Or not even crossed the mind,
unaware and blind.

Now here two things are wrong,
as this is a duetts song,
Communication has to start,
both have to take their part,

What was the intention,
some clear words to mention,
Why is the other one irritated,
harmed or separated?

Clarify and clean it up,
calm with a coffee cup,
and walk the path of retrusting,
a wholesome thing.

Do not mistake yourself,
we have all unintentions in our shelf,
not always told and spoken out,
speechless people do not shout.

We know probably the other way,
and being harmed is difficult to say,
it needs courage to say so,
but a healing way to go.