Can You Blame Me?
So I fell for a great guy who I think is special,
But can you blame me?
Dreaming of white picket fences, and three kids, and a cat,
I'm lost in another reality.
But can you really blame me?
For days on end I'm inlove with ideas,
A pretty white house, a pretty garden, a pretty bird bath, too.
And white picket fences, and three kids, and a cat.
But can you really, truly, blame me?
I don't think he likes me,
But can you blame him?
I think he's scared,
Of a pretty house, a white fence, and a cat.
But I don't blame him.
My friends scare him,
With their lists of kids' names,
And drawings of rings,
But they blame him.
I do want that-someday.
You can't blame me.
I don't want it today,
Or tomorrow or next week.
I don't blame me.
I'm afraid of commitment,
I'm afraid of anything solid,
I don't want a husband right now,
But can you blame me?
E. Suzanne Durell
Copyright ©2001 E. Durell