Where the Blame Lies
To Whom it May Concern;
I blame you.
I blame you
for not understanding sooner
that you are in control.
Of your life, of your love,
of your future.
I blame you
for not speaking up
when it counts
and speaking your mind
when it hurts.
I blame you
for staying up too late
only to regret it the morning after.
I blame you
for not paying attention
to anything but yourself.
I blame you
for writhing over feelings
instead of seeking help.
I blame you
for all of these things -
but - I also blame you
for the happiness.
How could I not?
Although I know
you did not try your hardest -
you tried.
You made mistakes.
You learned.
You created your own happiness.
Thank you for that.
Yours,
Truly.
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