It's not my fault.
I've been hated and betrayed.
Judged and stabbed.
I'm not good with feelings.
With tears and blood - the price I've paid.
But you already knew that.
You said it anyways.
It wasn't based on facts.
It was just a thought.
Your apology was a million I love you's, as if reassuring yourself.
This isn't going to break us, this too shall pass.
But this is pretty big, even if it's the first time we've fought.
Your trust is broken, it lies shattered on the floor.
But you blame yourself, making sure I don't destroy myself.
You're putting a bandaid on a fractured heart,
In order to mend us, it is hurting me more.
But I already know this.
I let you do it anyways.