Another Broken Heart

I used to hug my pillow at night

and I even used to ask my self why?

Why when I knew it was wrong did it feel so right?

Why did it hurt so much when you would say goodbye?

Then there were the times you didn't come home

and when I asked you where you were

you would constantly tell  me lies.

Talking about you were out with yo boys

when in reality, you were laying next to her.

I know this much because I heard her voice

even when you tried to cover it up with a whole bunch of noise.

You promised me that you would never let anyone tear us apart

but I see that was a lie because I'm sitting here crying and tallying this up as another broken heart.