To Blame

My heart is burning,

For you it's yearning

I can't believe it's over, you say you can't either,

But I pushed you until I could push no further.

Now it is my fault that my heart is in pieces,

As I lie on the floor trying to count our kisses.

It is my pattern to remove the ones I love,

Not just a little nudge, but a shove.

Making them turn and walk away, if not run,

Taking with them my moon and my sun.

It is all down to me that I feel my heart break,

This is all my mistake.

Everyone I let in, I cannot let them stay,

No matter how much they brighten up my day.

I push and push until there is no-one left, only me,

Oh, how lonely I can be.

But who is to blame? Myself alone,

Now he won't even pick up the phone.

So here I stand, alone and lost,

Letting reality sink in to my heart, realising what my behaviour has cost.

It is me to blame that I now have to think in order to simply breathe,

Me to blame, for every tear I wipe away with my sleeve.

If only life had a button that allowed it to be reset,

For pushing you my love, will be my biggest regret.