I should have known not to forgive him,
but something in me wanted to think he’d changed.
Heart pounding, breathing faster, avoiding his eyes as he passes.
It’s foolish of me to think he would dare look at me.
After what he’s done, he should be ashamed to even glance my way.

He is the one who broke my heart.

Who does he think he is?
Looking down upon others as though they are less than him.
I laugh at such an impossibility.
For whom is lower than those who lie, cheat, and deceive?

He is the one who broke my heart.

What was I thinking?
Of course, I wasn’t.
I didn’t know enough to look past his lies and games, but by then I should have seen it.
After all I’ve been through, this was the final blow.
My life has been a tangled web of lies, stories, deception, and treachery,
and he pushed me over the edge.

He is the one who broke my heart.