blame me,
i blame you
for the worst that has come
over this governed love
we said we would assume.
you stay out late,
concerts and clubs
on your own tour,
after i waited in worry
at the front porch steps.
reckless fun
is fun regardless,
but it hurts to have to hold
all these scattered emotions.
i ask for the respect
you cannot seem to give,
the littlest things
that you cannot bring yourself to bare.
i hadn't thought
you could be so selfish.
i was a wrong man,
judged right for being out
of the simplest excuses
that you so easily could pull from
the seams and threads
of the clothes your lies paid for.
i stop loving
the day you stopped trying.
you can't say it's my fault then,
you're losing out on this
when you acted like it was something
you didn't want.
fool me no more,
just leave me to my empty home,
pack your bags
for the south, north or wherever you may wish to roam.
just know
this isn't your home anymore.
