Out of Order

There is a body part of mine
that needs an out of order sign.
My heart is broken, it does not run.
Like all thats broken it isn't fun.
I fall in love and its"for real"
Then days later it needs time to heal.
When the wound is but a scab,
Out of Nowhere, another stab.
Just when I get it pieced back together,
Here comes my new forever.
He thinks he's smooth and asks for a kiss.
How can one resist on a night like this.
Hes handsome and smart and has great eyes,
But I say love and he says lies.
So I'm locking my heart in storage, for now.
So until its fixed I'm on the prowl.
Being so evil feels so good.
I'm breaking hearts cause I think I should.