Am I the Reason

As his hands touched my skin I couldn’t help but think
Am I the reason that she’s up for the third time in the kitchen for a drink
As his lips land on my lips and mine part open just a bit
Am I the reason that she’s crying late at night and wants to quit
As his hands grabbed my waist and mine ran through his hair
Am I the reason that she is trying to make one last prayer
As his body presses against my body and I enjoy the feeling
Am I the reason that she’s hanging that rope from the ceiling
As his tongue rubs down my thighs licking them clean
Am I the reason her house was made into a crime scene
As his eyes close and he gently kisses me to stay
Am I the reason her dead body got buried yesterday