I'm the one to blame

I think the coffee was too bitter for him

Or his lunch not as neat 

Or the nights that I couldn't make him happy

Because I bled 

I thought I was the reason he was late

Or in the other womans arms he lay 

Wide awake 

Knowing that I was the one waiting at the dinner table

I know he didn't leave for work every morning

But it was me that he left.

Just as he tried to escape the house

He knew he couldn't escape himself

The ignored messages and uneaten lunches 

The lipstick smears 

When all I ever wore was bruises

Some on my cheeks,some on my chest 

And for that I was the one to blame..