Trophy Heart

she would never understand
how the pain could be so great
why those who claim to love
end up spreading hate
she opened her heart
to someone new
they took a sword
and ran her through
she laid it all on the line
found the words to be wrong
she found the key
to an unfinished song
where there was a hero
with the voice of a bird
permanent press lines
she had already heard
promises were empty
no wrinkles no substance
honest intentions
no more than an instant
the damsels in distress
she had it all wrong
she practiced the vocals
forgot the words to the song
she pleaded she begged
falling to her knees
he only laughed
gave her arm a squeeze
walking away with a smile
pleased with himself
another shiny trophy
placed on his shelf
he never cared
another one track mind
good cheap sex
is all he hoped to find
leaving her
without hope
wanting to understand
unable to cope
with modern romance
its various parts
acting her way
to a broken heart