She sits there,

wearing an empty stare,

Refusing to look into my eyes.

She questions why shes here,

giving me time I dont deserve.

She asks if its true

as she tries not to cry,

but quivering lips tell her lie.

She already knows the truth.

I admit my mistake, and she breaks apart.

All her hard work is lost when tears stream down.

As she looks away I cannot help but think,

the tears quickly making their way down her face,

are those on me? Can I admit I have done this?

The girl who once loved me sits broken and abused,

but the only one who can take the blame is her.