It is not my fault when he comes back smelling like vodka.

The stress too much to want to deal with.

Future long devoured by the past.

Progress too painful to face.

Consequences be damned.

A habit that I will never change for him.

***

It is not my fault when he does not show me any attention.

Barely more than a hollow hello.

No knowledge of what I like.

Shows of affection with the same substance as a sigh.

Time promised but never allotted.

Always too busy.

***

It is not my fault when promises are broken.

Plans fall through.

The hated cycle.

I fulfill my end.

It is simply never enough.

There is nothing I can do to change the outcome.