Like You Do

So you tore me apart,
and threw me away.
Like I did with the love poem
I wrote about you that day.

You hold her hand,
And let me carve a broken heart into my arm.
Let it bleed and cry,
Wear it as a charm.

You kiss her,
And make sure you do it right infront of me,
So I can cry the tears,
Hoping that you'll never see.

And you tell her you love her,
you tell her that lie.
So, like me,
In the end all she can do is cry.