My Broken Heart

not the heart that i wear around my neck and
 not the one that i wear upon my sleeve and
 not even the one that i drew upon your hand with a
 marker around the time i first said i loved you
 my broken heart
 you made shapes with your fingers in the air
 of your heart which you said belonged to me
 it used to be sweet, but now it's bitter to my taste
 i loved you, and now that's gone away
 how could you do something so ugly when you had
 just said you loved me moments before?
 my broken heart
 the first time's the hardest is what i've been told but
 i wouldn't know cause all it feels like to me is the
 end of my world and the end of the heart that
 i said would never be broken by you
 the tears on my face made me even more (?)
 as i run away from you forever
 do you still have the heart painted red that i
 pulled from my pocket and gave with my love
 my broken heart
 my broken heart