Poems of Pain and Solitude

Blame

Who's to blame?

You were a flame in my heart.

You swayed it with beauteous art.

Your fire grew bigger by the day,

Then you burned my drum to ashes with disarray.

I took a year to thread the pieces together, but

I thought us meant forever.

So I ran back to you,

In a naive grey hope that you were true.

Only to let you break me again.

Now who's to blame?

I'm to blame.

I should have never fallen for your grey eyes,

In the hope that my love would rise.

I should have never let you enter my within,

In the hope that it was the beginnin'.

You broke me once,

I let you break me twice.

But I cannot find the medicine

To stop believing,

That you will not break me thrice.