Where did you go?

When you told me that you love her,
my heart slammed on the brakes,
I felt like something deep inside of me,
heard that sentence by mistake.

I new that when you held me,
when you looked into my eyes,
my face was not what you could see,
for your other love was on your mind.

I told myself to try to never let you
break my heart,
now I know its just not possible,
your just like a piece of art,

Even when I sat at home,
a faint-spark of slight hope,
that maybe somehow I meant something to you,
but in reality, I know.

Your arms are they only place,
where I truly feel alive,
I tell myself someday I might forget you,
but lately all I hear is lies.

I wonder why sometimes,
why it was so simple to do,
to block of every piece of me,
when all I do, is dream of you.