Breaking Hearts

He always said he never liked breaking girls' hearts,
that applied to everyone, but me; quite a line I must say.
There's the pieces of my heart I believed he'd never break,
how wrapped up he had me in something that'd never last.

I actually smiled when he told me even when he wasn't there,
he'd be in my heart; it's sad how right he was in that aspect.
For when I was alone in my bed with only my thoughts,
he was there in my heart; slowing chipping the pieces away.

If I was a little smarter; I'd never fallen for something so cliche,
I'd have looked at him the way I look at most people with a frown.
There was something in his words that made me want to believe,
that love is real and something more than wrinkled sheets and deceit.

He always said he never liked breaking girls' hearts,
proof of the blindness that my love for him cost me.
Lay the pieces of a heart he said he'd never break at his feet,
and move away with whatever is left of me to keep me going.