My tears run down my face
And I know
I have no right
To be sad.
It's my fault.
I did him wrong.
I'm not the victim this time.
But the tears still fall,
And I cry alone,
Because I'm the assailant.
I caused the harm.
I made the decision
That created the end.
And no one expects me
To be upset about something
I did.
I am though.
I am upset with myself.
But I won't cry about something
I did.
I cry because of who I hurt.
Of who I lost.
The one who I loved the most.
I betrayed them.
And I'm not surprised
They don't trust me.
But it hurts
More than anything else.
I may be a 'victim' in other areas
Of the end of us,
But the end in itself was completely, and entirely
My fault.
