The trophy necklace of the used and abused

I think you must like hurting me
You like It when you see my eyes start to water and the salty teardrops form on my waterline
When you can hear the sound of my heart cracking in my hollow chest like you’ve just dropped a glass dinner plate
Or perhaps when you can hear my vocal chords orchestrating a shaky tone like it’s your favorite verse in a song
I should’ve known you were an addict
But I was far too blinded to see the trophy necklace of all the hearts you’ve used and abused that was loosely fitted around your neck
You used me just a little too much to your advantage
You’ve hollowed me out
So much so that I’m afraid it’d be impossible for there to ever be a loop hole left out of my heart to add to your collection