Your Fault

It’s your fault for staying

It’s your fault for talking

It’s your fault for breaking my heart,

But picking and mending and healing

It’s your fault for laughing and smiling

For bringing me light and supplying

You may not see it and it may have

Been nothing, to you, but to me

It was light and to me it was all

For I cry night and day and

I hold on to the times when you talk

when we laugh; when I touch my face and it’s dry

When I look in the mirror And see a smile

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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