&&her pen says the words her mouth can't begin to form.

As I scribble my words and think my thoughts, my eyes fill with hot tears, and I know you can see them. Feel them. You look at me and both our eyes widen. Yours filled with guilt, mine with pure sorrow. I know I pretent that everything is okay and that I'm strong enough to handle this, but I am not. I AM NOT. I cannot be. If I had answers to questions or an actual apology, I'd be alright, free from this nagging in the back of my mind. But, I have nothing, and you left me with even less. I am open, but unmoving. Blinded, paralized by the pain and tears you know I feel. I side down in my seat, lower than you make me feel, lower than you percieve me to be for some untold wrong I did. I wonder in te back of my mind if you KNEW FROM THE START that it would be MY heart that would be broken, and still you proceeded for some selfish reason I can't pinpoint. I KNOW I am NOT perfect. I never claimed to be. I had no inkling that I was doing wrong and if I had, I'd have changed it because I loved you enough to do so. The fact of the matter is, with no remorse or thought, you tore me apart. You weren't willing to give me anything, but YOU STOLE EVERYTHING. It hurts so much more than these words can say.