I’m done blaming you.
It was never your fault.
What you did to my heart, I let it happen.
You had higher expectations of me, you thought I was strong, when in reality I was weak.
I blamed you for so long after it all happened.
I blamed you for my sorrow and longing.
I blamed you for all the lonely nights.
I blamed you for missed opportunities.
I blamed you for being all I thought about, all the time.
I blamed you because I convinced myself I would never love again.
I blamed you because I was too naive to see who was truly at fault.
When I blamed you I should have blamed myself.
I was too childish to see what you were trying to do for me.
I blamed you because I wasn’t ready to be free.
I blamed you because I wasn’t ready to walk on my own.
You knew I could do it, you believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.
I blamed the person I am today on you.
I blamed my faults on you.
But now, I’m done blaming you.
I’m ready to take the blame.