brigits_flame week 2 'How does it open?'

[someoneingrey]

How does it open,
the heart that's broken?
With scars that tear
every time we try again.

My grief is my own,
but misery loves company
and again, I have none.

You are not guilty,
there is no jury
of your peers,
only me, and a hole
in my heart
I cannot seem to fill.

Will you believe me
when I say,
it's not your fault,
any more than it is mine?

I know what I agreed to
what I signed up for,
but I knew better,
and I'm surprised
you believed
when I consented.

Did you know then,
what I know now?
Or will you learn later
when I finally decide
enough is enough?