My Fault Poem by Jesse Bauer

I thought your heart was made of gold.
Now I know it's icy cold.

That night we had was, to me, like magic.
But now the story's become so tragic.

I felt that we had moved too fast.
I wanted to take back that past.

We should've started with just a date.
We wouldn't have come to this childish fate.

We haven't talked in a whole week's time.
So now I feel the fault is mine.

What did I do to make you hate me?
Why have I been so stupid lately?

You make me feel like I should choke and die.
Like i'm not even worth a spit in the eye.

I want to try and fix what we did.
take it slow, and show what we hid.

I want to know if I did you wrong,
to be sure of the reason that you're gone.

Talk to me about anything at all
and tell me that it wasn't my fault.