Heart Transplant

I'm not blaming anyone else because I know I am partially at fault. I shouldn't have put myself out there so open, so quickly. However, I did and now I have a broken heart. I wish I could have seen the knife coming straight toward my chest, then again how can I blame you. You said it yourself, that it takes two. To tango. And to get feelings all tangled...Up. And confused. Now I'm asking myself what did I do?
  Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And scorned I was.  Bitter, hurt, angry and seeking payback, for the emberassment, cold treatment, and heartache I thought you caused. When, to be honest, it was really my fault. Kept putting myself out there for you to hurt me continously. First time shame on you, but second, its shame on me.
  It feels like I have a gaping hole where my heart is supposed to be. If I wasn't walking around, talking and breathing, I would think I was heartless. Literally. And you ask me, why am I so damn angry? I'm not just some bitter black woman angry at the world for no reason. I'm angry because the mistreatment, the lies, the deceit, I endured.
  But its all good. I forgive you. My heart is here, and when there is pain, there is healing.