As I sit all alone thinking of how I did you wrong, I can’t help but                                                   to blame it on love.

Yea love, love comes and goes like a creature of the night, spinning its web of deceit. Lies and more lies, yes I hear your cries, cries of pain, and cries of shame, and you ask how, how could you be so cold, un- caring, lifeless, selfish , how could I do this to you, I didn’t do this, love did this.

Love walked you in my life, brought your smile, your style, and your bi-curious wild. That’s when I saw you for what you really are, your ways of loving, your desire to please, your yearning to compromise how I could compete with that.

People loved to be around you, they cling on your every word, lusting for more of you, and I can’t compete, I’m becoming more and more incomplete just the thought of sharing you, baring the thought of daring you to leave me, and you yell! How could I do this and I express to tell you that love is to blame.

Your sweet lips drips of honeydew, your cold chalking skin pressed firm against the door, your hazel brown eyes gazed off into the distance, as I lay you down for the last time, you grasp for words to complete your thought of how could I do this if I loved you.

And I say love brought you to this demise and love is to blame for your rise, love is the blame for this cat and mouse game. As I sit all alone thinking how I did you wrong, I can’t help but to blame it on love…

Love that’s gone, like the last snow flake of winter melts at the first presence of spring, my hart sings, my soul grows old, and life is not the same, since the breath you took was your last, cast out into the sea of agape, you ask how could I be so cold, and I told you love is to blame, for you my soul was sold, with a price of eternal damnation, and I blame your love for this dammed creation.

As I sit all alone, thinking how your love did me wrong, I…Blame... You…