Why did i believe you?

Why did i believe
that cute crooked smile that made me laugh

Why did i listen
when you called out my name in the language of trouble?

Why did it feel so good
when finally, our lips touched?


How come i couldn't just understand that
to you I am nothing
but a body
for you to treat like
dirt
and beat me up inside
my head every time
I see you looking at my eyes

only they're not mine
they belong to some one prettier than me
and she is all you care about...

I thought that you weren't like the rest of those boys at school
You were
romantic,
silly,
you probably did care,

until your feet got cold
and whispered off to the next girl
even prettier one than last time

you whispered off
leaving me
to ask myself:

Why did I believe you?