i don't blame youWhen I blamed you, it wasn't out of spite or angerI fought back at you the only way you couldn't controlas you'd controlled me all those times beforeWhen I blamed you, they pitied meTheir whispers were music to my earsI felt right. Justified. Even if I was empty.I was the armor less victim and they knew it,because I said so.None of it was real.The realness was gone, in me, in you...We gave up our "real selves" when we gave up whatever held us togetherYou threw it away out of exhaustion and I clung desperately to fading memoriesthat weren't worth the effort.The innocence, the happy people,those whisps of childhood h