Can you blame me if I cannot get over
Something so small as an end
If it was done to me, I cannot be bitter
If it meant being done by a friend.
You can blame me, say, if I cannot get over
If it’s someone I do not care about
Be it done to me, to a drunk, to a lover
I will not mind if things go south
Whispering words, listening to their happiness.
Their cheers echo in the loneliness of my soul.
My pen writes down things to distract me,
So long as I, will not recognize, we are no more
Because the pain is as soundless as my lips
This pair of flesh that once lingered on yours
My heart helplessly beats faster when you’re gone
My throat, it scratches, my voice is hoarse.
Can you blame me?