confrontation

Tell me.

Don't keep it to yourself becuase it'll never help you.

I'd rather know the cold, hard truth rather than be lied to in an attempt to "spare my feelings."

I'd rather you break my heart in half. Clean. Cut.

But instead, you're so afraid of confrontation and owning up to your mistakes that you can't even give me that.

Instead, you apologize over and over again. Empty apologies. Broken record apologies. Simple apologies. Apathetic. Repetitive. Meaningless.

Tell me.

Don't let me continue to think of answers for myself because I'm sure you and I wouldn't like that. My mind isn't black and white. It thinks of each and every shade of grey that can exist and if you don't stop me - it never will.

Tell me.

Because one day, I'll stop wondering and you'll have missed the opportunity to clear your name. Your sins. Your crimes. I'm done blaming myself for something you've done. I'm not in charge of your thoughts. Man up. Woman up. Or buckle up because I'm not planning on seeing you again for a long, long time.