All I wanted was you, to be enough, Yet now I’m worse for longing, lost in this tough. For two long years, I wore the blame, Statistically improbable, a losing game.

How could I be the source of every fight, Always the villain, never your light? That night you screamed, a stranger in sight, Your drunken words cut deep, turned love into night.

The cops at our door, you cast me aside, In a world where loyalty met with your pride. Distant, dismissive, every plea met with rage, As I begged for connection, you built up a cage.

Three therapists’ voices echoed my fears, Friends and family shedding their tears. Yet I stayed, loyal, bound by a thread, In a battle of "us" while you left me for dead.

I was the problem, when you threw your disdain, When you crossed every boundary, brought nothing but pain. The blame was my shadow in your harsh, cold light, When you withdrew your love, turned my days into night.

You sought out new faces, found solace in lies, While I stood in the wreckage, lost in the cries. But now I release you, let go of the strife, I’m just glad I’m not your problem in this life.