look at you
standing there
with your heart at your feet
dumped where i left it
battered & shattered
torn to shreds
tears in your eyes
but a smile on your face
"it's okay, it was a mistake.
you didn't mean to hurt me."

i laugh
not at your desperation
or your desire to please me
i laugh
because you're infront of me
clutching on to the remains of your heart
& i don't feel a thing
not guilt
nor remorse
n o t h i n g

but i suppose that's what happens
when pretty little boys like you
fall in love with messy girls like me