Blame is heavy;
it seems you've forgotten that.
You put the blame on me without thinking that maybe I can't bear its weight.
It seems to not enter your mind that it could crush me.
We both know I'm not strong
(at least, I thought you knew that)
I am weak minded,
I used to be strong hearted.
You broke that long ago.
The love that I had for you,
the love for you that was in my genes,
has somehow disappeared.
I lay in bed at night,
aching for you to care,
hoping that maybe one day you will try to call me.
You don't.
It's been two weeks without a single word.
The last words you spoke were angry,
you shouted as you mercilessly put the blame on me.
It seems that you forgot to take it with you when you left.