Broken

Is it you, is it me?
Is it us, or is it we?
Is it the times I cried?
Or the times you lied?
Is it what the neighbours said?
Or the animosity bred?
Is it the time we spent shouting?
Or all the badmouthing?
A broken nose here
A strange new scent there
Is it the negative silence?
That was masked as resilience?
Shall we blame the in-laws?
Or our obviously glaring flaws?
Is it because I refused to dance?
That we shan’t get a second chance?
Or is it because with all that’s mentioned above
Much like an ill-fitting glove
We failed to protect our love?