Earthquake

I can't keep running away, can't keep feeling the same

I ran. I ran away from Frank. From the fight. From the pain. I ran away again.

But this time I had no where to go.

I walked through the cold, wet streets feeling battered and bruised. Broken. I felt like I had nothing left.

I didn't have anything left. No Frank to try and get back. No perfect life to hope for. Frank had hit me.

He wasn't perfect anymore.

He had changed. My Frank was gone. I should have realized that earlier. He had been gone since I came back.

But I didn't realize it until the moment his hand made contact with my cheek.

The old Frank would never hurt me.

At first I blamed myself. But it's not my fault. Not everything is my fault.

He was the one who had changed. He was the one who had refused to forgive me. He was the one who had hit me.

And this time it's not my fault.

It's his.

I can't keep taking the blame