fault?

I wonder 

maybe it was my fault 

when your fingertips brushed 

against my skin

when you softly 

gently 

press you lips against my neck 

to confuse 

your touch with 

'love'

maybe it was my fault

for believing

your words 

that were once

dripping with honey 

now 

cold, bitter ,

leaking with poison my

'love' 

for believing your blue eyes 

held the ocean 

for me to swim 

'love'

now

have frozen and

turned 

to ice