The Blame

He said, "You're beautiful."

I smiled and said, "It's your eyes."

He whispered, "You're so full of love."

I laughed, "It's you I idolize."

He said, "Go chase your dreams",

I softly said, "You".

He murmured, "What is love?"

I sighed and said, "It's you".

He asked, "What brings happiness?"

I whispered, "You, it's true."

He asked, "What gives you life?"

I answered, "Always you."

"I blamed him for everything—

For happiness, love, and dreams he'd bring."

Then he said, "You're the problem,

The reason behind all that's wrong."

But this time, I couldn’t say 'you,'

because he meant the world to me.

With tears, I said, "It's me, it's true,"