Leaving... (This poem is for heartbreakers)

I wanted to fly high with you but now I don’t know what to do. Now I’m standing hear, only sheading one tear. Was everything you said was true? Because now my heart is broken into two. You don't seem to want to be with me but with some girl you met off the streets. I thought you said I was the only one, the only one who would never run from you the only one who will never lie to you and the only one who will die for you. But you stabbed me, left me to bleed. This isn’t my fault. But I guess it’s what I get. Is this my last result? Tell me? Because you me leave every night and come home thinking everything is alright. Am I boring to you? Am I boring then the T.V news? My heart is broken because of you. "Ima be late today" you say. Or is it "ima leave you today"? I’m tired of your fooling around. While I’m here at home by myself and you with your dumb friends out of town. Sit down. It's my turn. My turn to leave you, tease you and make you feel like nothing matters to you. I’m done. You left me. And now I’m leaving you.