Don't blame me for falling—
I was just a girl, too small for the weight.
Don't blame the late-night calls—
I was drowning, not ready to feel it all.
You can't blame me, darling.
Not even a little.
I was far, far gone.
And maybe I'm just an arrogant wreck
who doesn't know how to say sorry without bleeding.
Don't call me baby again.
Keep your reasons.
Keep your kindness.
I know you mean it,
but it cuts.
Don't call me baby again.
It's hard enough to go home
to a silence
that doesn't miss me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem