My Fault

My Fault

Why not tell her you dont love her.
Because you do.

You love her harsh words, her blatant lies
And the guilt she uses to turn your accusations.

Why not tell me that you love me.
Because you dont.

You dont want my kind words whispered in your ears
My warm caress when she hurts you
My overwhelming passion expressed in a kiss.

Why dont I let you go.
Because I cant.

I think about our entwined hands
The love I know I can show you
And the baby boy I want to give to you.

Why do you do this to me

Because I let you.