I thought I could handle this
because I thought I’d seen it all before
I thought I knew the patterns
I thought I’d be okay when you walked through the door

I thought I could manage the fights
and the hate and the anger
because I expected it before it even began
I thought I was prepared for the happy never after

I waited for the bad
I didn’t even bother hoping for the good
momentary bliss
is what I was in it for

but when you told me last night
that I didn’t mean a thing
when you told me last night
that all this was a fling
when you smiled that beautiful smile
and turned me into flames
when you looked me straight in the eyes
and told me it was all a silly game

“oh”
I realized
*“he’s a whole new kind of heartbreak”