Her palms are wet and black from tears and mascara.

She thought she was in the right.
    Wrong.

Nothing is going to be the same.
     A wall will be put up around her.

She was a lonley woman.
     Now she will be lonlier then before.
She knows she can't be trusted.
     She doesn't even trust herself.

It could rain everyday, but no drop will land on her.
Even the clouds wont grant her pity or sorrow.

She will have to live through this,
       for she has no other choice.
But to walk through her pain and his pain and her mistake.
      Again and again.