Face to Face

You should've seen the look on his face,
As he stared at me through the glass.
You should've seen the tears streaming from his face.

I loved him, once,
But I left him in the cold.
He asked for me back.

No one liked him, except for me,
He didn't care, except for me.
He begged for me back.

But I left him out there,
I stopped listening.
I just talked.

I hit him first,
I screamed at him,
He knew it was the end.

I threatened to kill him,
If he tried to stay,
He said I was nothing without him.

I hit him, repeatedly,
Let blood replace tears,
I told him he was wrong,

He was nothing.

He stopped, stared into my eyes,
He knew the truth behind my words,
He was a nobody, a dreamer, a corpse.

He looked into my eyes,
And knew he lost his worth.
And promised me:

He promised me he'd write a poem,
Of all the things I said to him,
To let me know that I killed him that night.

It wasnt suicide.

I laughed, turned away,
I left him to die,
And stepped away from the mirror.