What to do

I thought you'd be crying
but the tables turned.
You never cried at all,
like an inferno never burned.

I was going to leave you
but instead you left me.
For me to be over it,
I'll be waiting patiently.

I don't know why it hurt
when I was going to do the same.
But if I did, you wouldn't care,
so nobody would feel any pain.

But you didn't know,
so I can't blame you.
But with all the problems,
who'd know what to do?