Natural Disaster

I love how when you look at me,
you see right through.
Not in a way that you notice my heart,
more in the way that I am but a breeze;
touching your life for one brief second.

I love how my presence alone
is enough to cause an earthquake.
I try to stay still and allow the
world to carry on turning;
but I shake when I'm scared.

You complain when the rain pours down,
but I am not to blame for that.
I have not cried for so long,
because to do so would offend.
There is a flood in my mind,
but that is where it stays.

You, however, have burnt me,
left me with irreparable scars.
Yet still, when the world falls to pieces,
and you are stranded alone,
still I am to blame.

How long until you see,
that it was you who destroyed your world?