It’s not your fault.

Please, when you kneel before the tombstone

Crying out to the northern winds

and beg skies to reconsider

remember, the fault doesn’t lie with you.

It’s me.

I understand, it’s a cliché phrase

meant to deceive the cowardly heart

from taking responsibility for the pain caused

However, it’s never been more true.

You were enough.

Listen! The deeds I have done

The wounds I have inflicted upon myself

had nothing to do with you and your love

if anything you kept me afloat all this time.

You were mine.

I am sorry I couldn’t give you my life

your dedication nurtured, postponing agony

I am forever grateful to you beloved

But death claimed me long before I’ve met you.

It’s not your fault.