It is my fault because I loved you, that you seek out warmth, care, and affection from another.
It is my fault because I loved you that you lie to my face without any remorse or good grace. It
is my fault because I loved you that you don't desire my love anymore but aspire for a dove that's scorn.
It is my fault because I loved you that you go out and look for the company of others rather than
be surrounded by a love that smothers. It is my fault because I loved you that you take me for
granted and roam around the Earth looking to be enchanted. It is my fault because I loved you
that you have become a dark mask, but only because I shudder to question or ask. It is my fault
because I loved you that you don't care about how I feel but worry only of your Earthly appeal.
It is my fault because I loved you that I can't express my opinon, I just sit and roam in your
dominion. It is my fault because I loved you that when I ask you a question you backtrack and
accuse me of too much affection. It is my fault because I loved you that you ignore me, but it is okay
because even I abore me.