“You can’t blame it all on me.
I told you I am the fire that could burn you,
I told you I am the scorching heat of the sun
that could bake your skin until you’re red,
I am the monsoon that pours heavy rain,
I am the surging waves of the ocean that could drown you,
I am the rock that will make you stumble and fall;
I am a tragedy.
You might feel blithe but I am a disaster.
I am perilous.
The one with the yellow tag and a warning
about the hazard; I can be not good for you.
But you still delve within me– my life.
I am beyond grateful that you’re brave enough to risk yourself
but now that everything’s a mess,
you cannot blame it all on me.”