You broke me, and as I slid down my bedroom wall, hand muffling my sobs and tears soaking my cheek you sat there and messaged her. Don't tell me you love me, you lied straight to me. if this is what love is, then love is a thief. You told me I made you happy, maybe that was true for a while but I didn't realise you'd sucked out all my happiness and left me weak. If you came back, I wouldn't have the strength to say no - wonna know why? because you broke me and you didn't realise enough to pick up the pieces. Instead you smiled and turned ready to target your next culprit or maybe that's the thing. maybe I was the only one