I wish I could blame you

for the cracking of my heart

that left me languid, and gasping for air

I wish I could blame you

but I am that one that drew you in to my  syringe

and injected you so deeply

so deeply


I knew the risks

don’t we all,



when we abdicate the throne of our heart to another king or queen

and believe that some one else can make us whole


aren’t we the fool?

and then we protest the way we are ruled

and gnash our teeth when they decide to seek another kingdom
or to rule another secretly; one that’s not protesting


I wish I could blame you

for wearing the crown I gave to you

for becoming the tyrant I allowed you to be


I could recount every deed in great detail

all the crimes against my heart

and wave my righteous indignation like a flag


but it’s not the drug, it’s the one that pushes it into their veins that is at fault

as I pushed you

so deeply