I gave my heart to a guy,

 And he demolished it.

He keeps it on display, 

And every once in a while,

 Polishes it.

He constantly reminds me, 

Of what I couldn't have,

Enjoying my disappointment,

And making me sad.

I learned to ignore it,

 Kind of,

 Anyway, 

He still keeps my heart on display.

He shows me old pictures,

Of how it used to be,

And he shows me new ones,

 Ones without me.

Pictures of his girlfriend,

Pictures of her cat.

What I would give to be treated like that.

Cared for,

Adored,

Loved,

Respected...

My ranting is done, 

Now be on your way,

I guess it doesn't matter, 

That my heart is on display.

For The Brokenhearted...

Sorry, I know it's really bad.