I'm taking the blame
Sorry I've set you on flame
Burned along with me.

I'm tormented by the fact
you're broken. Don't act
you're not.

I was wrong when I said
"Let's keep things the way they were."
I should have known better.

I realized,
It was me who was afraid
of losing you all along.

It was me who posed a facade
I was composed
though trembling inside in confusion.

More than half a year has passed
Writing this may do nothing
but trigger a memory.