I suppose

I fell in love too easy.
I fell in love too fast.
I fell in love too hopeful
that what we had would last.
 
I suppose it's all my fault
for being so alone
that I fell in love with you
and your voice and its silky tone.
 
I suppose it's all my fault
for believing all the things
that were whispered to me from you
that made me feel like I have wings.  
 
I suppose it's all my fault
for thinking that I could be
the very thing you wanted
when that thing was me.
 
I suppose I'm all to blame
for the pain that's still inside
that makes me want to run away
and run and run and hide.  
 
I suppose I was so hopeful
that I wanted to believe  
that the thing for you would be me
but instead you decided to leave.
 
I suppose I am so pitiful
and incomplete and weak
that I hoped so much that I would be
the very thing you'd seek.