You blame me all the time,
But is it really my fault?
You take something that is so small
And make it into something huge.
I apologize for everything I do wrong,
But do you do the same?
You are not Mr. Perfect
And most of the time you are at fault.
I could only take so much of this.
One day you'll wake up and think,
'Man was I wrong! '
You might come crawling back,
But I can't guarantee my answer will be yes.
I could only wait for so long
And eventually I won't be waiting anymore.
At this point, I'm done.
I'm ready to move on with my life.
Next please...
Adriana Sofia
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-s-really-at-fault-here/
