"I blame you for Sundays when I think about you playing piano in our calls.

I blame you for tainting my favorite poem.

I blame you for making me feel loved and appreciated. 

I blame you when I sit and think and you appear without a cause. 

I truly blame you for making me feel so lost.

But I mostly blame you for tearing me in half for days,

But I got over it.

Even if I still cry when I think of you."

Apr 27th 2016 at 9:11pm