karma's a bitch.

I watch your eyes as you try to hold it together; I see the pain and betrayal blur your vision. In a split second, a familiar twinge of guilt rips through me, making me regret for a moment. I force myself to recall the hurt you inflicted on me once, twice, three times and I feel my hear harden and my sympathy shatter.

You brought this on yourself, your started this. You left me in pieces without batting an eyelid, after I put my whole life on hold for you. And I took you back every time you did it, not just the once. Each time I feel further and further, and it hit me harder and harder. I was weak and alone. But not anymore, this time it’s you who has to pull yourself back together. How ironic.

The second passes, and reflected in the despair welled up in your eyes, I see myself. I see my emotionless expression, my blank eyes. Just as you were each time you shook my world and broke my heart. I smile and turn my back, as you once did, and I admit that I gain a small satisfaction in hearing you break down. Karma's a bitch, asshole.