Excuses

There is no past tense to me
When the subject is of him.
The relationship is no more, yet
My brain refuses the times of grim.

I am but his human confessional
Speaking to me of his fears.
Those lies could have never happened,
Just malfunctions of my ears.

He told me that he believed
The other woman was insane
Yet for failing to listen to her pleas
I am the one to blame.

However, my brain still refuses
To see the light in his excuses