My Bandaid

You were supposed to be my band aid,
your only purpose was to heal,
so why am i surprised you hurt me, it seems this pain i no longer feel,
i love the way you left me,
so quickly so i wouldn't see,
I'm picking myself up to fall again once more,
it scares me to find myself sulking on the floor,
I've learned to play on the safe side so its not so easy to get hurt,
but i can feel your touch, and smell the scent of your shirt,
i guess what you felt for me was all some kind of myth,
my heart can't break when it wasn't even whole to begin with,
it's simply cracked and bruised,
suffering the pain of being used,
i almost feel numb from the pain i feel,
you were supposed to be my band aid...it's only purpose it to heal,