Love is a strange thing,

it brings people together,

and tears them apart.

I loved him,

I truly did

and he said he loved me too

but when he kissed me

he must have felt nothing

because his heart was already scared.

Another had broken it,

years before,

and it never healed.

Well he broke mine

and it hasn't healed either

so now two hearts have scars.

I will break hers too,

it's only inevitable

for a heart with scars

can only cause more.