It’s Not Me, It’s You

If it was me who had stumbled out through that door,  
You would have shut the door right behind me,  
Before I could even walk down the drive.
 
If it was me who had gone into that night,  
You would have given no thought to my journey,  
No thought to me.  
 
If it was me who didn’t make it home that night,  
You’d be fast asleep,  
Dreaming soundly.  
 
But it wasn’t me,
It was you who flew through that door,  
Who turned that lock and who never returned.
 
It was you who had those expectations.
It was you who never asked me, “are you okay?”.
It was you who never offered me a moment of thought.  
 
Your self-centred, uninterested, apathetic roller-coaster of attention was what tore us apart like lightning tears the skies.  
 
Once you saw that opportunity to escape,  
Once you saw that route to climb,  
You broke and ran.  
 
But, this has happened before, hasn’t it?
 
You’ve climbed up before,  
You’ve run ahead before,  
But I’ve caught up every time.  
 
A vagrant squeezing you for any drop of attention.  
 
But if it was me who climbed up or me who ran ahead,  
You wouldn’t follow.  
So, this time I’m choosing to let you go –  
To finally let you be free from me.  
Even though it was you who quenched the fire that was our relationship.
Because it was you who left, not me.