Is the fault in our stars ?

Or is the fault all ours ?

Was it written in the scars

On our hearts

When we skipped the signs

And were doomed from the start ?

Does mercury shifting,

Have your mask lifting

And the facade finally falling apart ?

Or was I just too blind to see ?

Lost in the ecstasy of potentiality

With no bullseye to go with my dart.

I thought you were someone you couldn’t be.

I thought the problem was you all along

But now I think

Maybe it’s….

Me