Because it was all my fault,
It’s always mine.
Even though, I wasn’t the one who left
when it was inconvenient.
Yet, I was the one who had to pick up
all the broken pieces.
Hold this family,
or whatever we wanted this to be,
at least it was together.
I said you went on a business trip but—
I should be happy though, right?
You came back
but only when it was convenient
to do so.
When your “business trip” fell through
just like how you did.
Like corrosive sand, slipping through my fingers.
You were the beautiful ocean,
the destructive wave
that came and ruined my sandcastle;
the one I worked years building.
because it was my fault, right?
Even though you lit the match,
it’s my fault the house
©2017 Kristen Deukett. Your Anditory Blog