Blame game

Warm hands and bright eyes,
my warmth and my revival,
the sunray sways around you,
as you said your goodbyes,
this wont be the last,
the words echoes in my mind,
it renders a false sense of comfort,

I hear you in every song I hear,
every inflection every rhythm every line,
did you get hurt am I too late?
I plead with my eyes,
your gaze remains unfazed,
you muster a simper and i asphyxiate,
baby are you hurt inside?
cause the world it will bite,
it will tear you bit by bit,
but I am your cornerstone,
the soil that binds you to the ground,
the water that puts out your flames,
but why am I to blame?

You slip and stumble,
falter at the edge of your sentence,
I see the cracks on the edge of the frame,
last night I heard you crumble,
into pieces of history,
and for slumber is just another escapade,
put out the fire,every spark every flame,
baby cant you see,
you sparkle with brilliance,
but you are soon to fade,
is our love to blame?