blinded by the sugar coating, i never let myself see all the salt running through your veins.
i paid attention, like i paid my bills.
these days i’m too tired, and in too much pain, to keep up the sweet facade.
your salt is all consuming, showing me who you actually are, drying me out while you look down on me for who i am; blaming me for not leaving you a long time ago.
throwing yourself into my wound, just to yell at me for my tears.
you’re the boy behind the curtain.
and, i’m the woman who wanted to believe that curtain hid a man.
i believed you could be so much more.
with all my heart.
and, you blame me.
you blame me.