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 bolder 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 heart1