I spoke to him today.

I spoke to him today.
It was... okay.
The hurt and anger half-subsided,
The state between us was... divided.
He was honest, or as he said- frank.
I, after listening, was left rather blank.
He still thinks of his feelings before those of others,
Asking self-indulgent questions about our cease to be lovers.
I became defensive, sarcastic and bitter
As he burdened my time with his mouth full of litter.

As I stepped back, I could see what I'd done,
Once pulled the trigger and still held the gun.
I'd started a war and torn down his city
While he held a peace sign and waited for pity.
But I can't help the way I am,
I've been broken by a man.