I sat beside you today.
I found it ironic
how we were both dressed
in our Sunday best.
when you looked my way,
I knew you didn't
want me there.
you blamed me.
although you promised
it was never me.
I am aware that the fault
is no longer mine.
it supposedly never was.
I've always been innocent,
according to you.
but when those tragic
blue eyes
met mine...
the world's blame was suddenly
heavy on my shoulders
and i didn't try
to stop it from
crushing
me.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
I sat beside you today.
I found it ironic
how we were both dressed
in our Sunday best.
when you looked my way,
I knew you didn't
want me there.
you blamed me.
although you promised
it was never me.
I am aware that the fault
is no longer mine.
it supposedly never was.
I've always been innocent,
according to you.
but when those tragic
blue eyes
met mine...
the world's blame was suddenly
heavy on my shoulders
and i didn't try
to stop it from
crushing
me.
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