Maybe you weren't skinny enough.
Maybe you talked too much.
Maybe you wore too much perfume.
Maybe you were never home on time, were a lousy cook, never made the bed, and liked ***** a little too much.
Maybe you weren't eloquent or quick enough, maybe you didn't have the willpower to stand up for yourself.
Or-did you ever consider-?
Maybe you were too perfect.
People who blame themselves for their failed relationships, for whatever the reason, sadden me. They need to know that in most cases, it's not their fault. I'm sure like most of my other poems that this one will go unliked and uncommented on, which is fine. It just needs to be out there, because maybe, just maybe, in a world of problems, this can be a ray of light to just one person.