So much for that

Perfect write,
for this tender of heart.
When he told me he loved me,
and it all fell apart.
He told me for ever,
and left all too soon.
I just came home one day,
a quarter to noon.
He packed a few t-shirts,
and walked out the door.
He left me standing there,
without saying more.
So much for he loves me,
so much for for ever.
When what he really meant,
was I guess it was never.
He told me we'd always be,
best friends, lovers and more.
I looked forward to laughters and tears,
all the things that was in store.
He told me I meant,
the world in his heart.
I should have shot his face,
with my daddies new dart.
He didn't even have the guts,
to explain every single word was a lie.
He instead called my father,
stuttered,and spurted to try.
He told him how he hated,
the fact that I hurt.
Yet I was the one to blame,
because "I was a flirt".
He told my daddy the lies,
from the beginning to the end.
And I still loved him deeply,
desperate to be his friend.
I fell for all his lies,
didn't see a thing.
Smiled at Christmas dinner,
when on my lap he placed a ring.
A symbol of forever,
forged out of another lie.
For days I couldn't bother,
or I'd begin to cry.
I drank away my tears,
bottled up the hate.
Cursed the day I met him,
and tried to forget the date.
But as the days passed me by,
I realized he wasn't worth it.
Wasn't worth the tears or pain,
'Cuz boys who lie are SHIT!