Fault

Lustful, loving stares

Hot red, Angry Glares

Soft, caring touches

Hard, Fierce Punches

I don’t understand
How can this be the
same person

You are the man I
Love, right?

Wait

Of course you are!
You're just stressed and
I don’t make it any easier.

It’s my Fault for our pain
It’s my Fault you seem so insane

You love me, right? Right!

Of course you do!

These bruises are my fault,
proof that I was wrong

And I know you care ‘cuz
you always feel guilty after

Just wait, soon we’ll have
that little boy or girl

Then nothing else will matter
and we’ll live happily ever after

So until then, I’ll cover up
my bruises that show my
act of treason

Hide those tears that I shed
for no reason

And love you, like I do
every season.

Because you love me so much,
right?

right…