It Was Me All Along.

My heart is a token.
A token that has been bashed around,
dropped down stairs,
and even broken a few times.

My heart is not a toy.
But to him it must be.
He doesn't care.
That stupid boy.
He can forget it.

He never needed it.
And never will.
He never cared.
He was only there for what he wanted.
Not for the happiness I brought.

He is just a stupid boy.
Playing his stupid game.
His stupid game of dare.
That same game that brought him to me.

He is just so mean.
To lead me on like that.
I gave him everything.
Just to be hurt in the end.
And just to think that he really began to like me.
And then the walls began crashing down on him.
Instead of me.

I hurt him the way he hurt me.
I fought fire with fire.
But he had water.
And it all came down to me.
With nothing I was left all along by myself.
But was blinded by the fact that I thought that I was in "love".
He really did love me by the end of the day.
But I knew all along about his stupid little plan.
As I sat there thinking to myself that I wasn't going to fall in love with him.
It happened and I did.

And in the end I was the one getting hurt.
So I guess that my plan failed.
And his plan worked.
I guess that I was the one that never believed.