Thanks be to EBT.
Your head shot up and your eyes looked me over.
"And you know what hurts so fucking much?"
And the anger came back.
"You're not ashamed enough to not fuck me, but you're too ashamed to even look at me when you do."
I cried and waited for you to say something, anything.
But I got tired of waiting.
I'd waited for you long enough.
And I was done.
"You don't. Even. Look at me."
And I walked away.