Blame it on me

i saw her fingers
move across her
face, trying
aimlessly to rescue
her hair
from their freedom.

the hair was
free, but she
blamed it
on the gravity.

so it seemed.

her face reflected
the white light
of her screen.
glowing, she was
but she blamed it
on electricity.

or so it seemed.

her glasses kept
sneaking down
an inch or so
without seeking her
permission.
it was all
beautifully framed,
but she blamed it on
design.

or so it seemed.

and i just
kept
looking.

she had nothing
to blame that on.

it was all
my fault.

Fault is mine

the truth is
that the fault is
mine

i wished
to touch the moon
at every chance
i got

asked for the sky
when i still
stood on the ground

hoped that
the flowers will
grow on rocks
someday

searched
every night
for fragrance in
thorns

longed for fire
to cool me
down

kept looking for
warmth in
the land of
ice

hoped
that every single
dream i ever had
will come
true

i was destined
to be
broken

and the truth is
the fault is

mine.