You

May 19, 2016

Everyone says its not my fault

Because there’s nothing I could do

And yet of course, just by default

I blame myself and not you

You’re like a bird with a broken wing

You’re so fragile and misguided

You would always turn to me in spring

But now look what you’ve decided

Everyone tells me I shouldn’t fret

They say that you’re not my responsibility

Still what you do just makes me so upset

And now you don’t lean on me for stability

You’re just like a little child

You always have to be the victim

You’re so reckless and wild

Yet I can’t believe what you’ve become

Everyone tells me I couldn’t prevent it

I mean, it truly was inevitable, after all

And yet still I really have to admit

I could not have predicted this fall

You are just like a wildfire

You let words burn in your throat

Taking everything you can acquire

In spite of the words that I wrote

You are a fire

You don’t think it’s true

But you will burn and burn

Until there’s nothing left of you

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