Who is to blame for my wounds, in and out
Who is to blame for the cries – not out loud
Who is to blame for the head lowly bowed
Oh, I see.
It’s me.

It is all my fault that you don’t love me,
Two weeks after we married
Because you ran into your ex-girlfriend
In that store
And asked me to walk down another aisle
So you wouldn’t have to introduce me
As your wife

It is all my fault that you only married me
For one thing
That elusive thing you couldn’t have
The entire time we dated
My virginity

It is all my fault that I allowed you to toss
Verbal words at my body
Like weapons
To wound and to scar and to take
The very life out of me
So that you could leave

It is all my fault because who else is to blame?
It is all my fault because I brought you to shame
It is all my fault because all else is a lame
Excuse
To think that
It might be
Your fault.


© 1976 Nan C