I wanted you to look at the disappointment into the eyes of the heart you broke.

I wanted you to look at the emptiness into the soul you used to fill.

I wanted you to look at the insanity into the mind that always brushed reasons aside for your pride.

What will your face look like then? Would it be guilt? Or... would you be gloating about what you did?

But it would be first and the last time I'll want to see your face.