It's not you, it's me
Quite literally
It's you
Doing the sowing
It's me
That is reaping
The results of your words
Your hands
Your fists
How you ball them up
And ****** your actions in them
The days that you're gone
When I need more than one word
Your silence is deafening
Your absence threatening
To leave me feeling
What you must think
Human trash must feel like
You only said you loved me
When alcohol flowed
Through your veins
Or when smoke
Clouded your judgement
Which must mean
You could not love me
While sober
It's not you, it's me
It's definitely not
How it is suppose to be
Do you not know
What it feels like
To put salt on a wound?
If you had
You wouldn't have
Loved me like you did
The way you say
You still do