You treat my heart like trash

All those years wasted. 
  I invested so much time, money, and love into you...
     And what was my interest? An out of nowhere break up.
           You threw it all away like it was trash the whole time...

I can't believe I loved you, I can believe I tried.
Me being the good man I am, I tried to let it ride.
You and your constant flirting, the secret messages online,
You've done me bold so many times that I can literally make a rhyme,
About all the times you talked behind my back, telling others bad things,
When we were supposed to be in this together like peaches and cream.
I envisioned you in a wedding dress, with me singing a song to you,
When all this time you were singing songs to other guys you knew.

I despised the way your attitude worked, it actuality never did,
I told you I was getting things together for us, and you acted like a spoiled kid.
I did come and see you, I did give you gifts, 
I gave you massages, brought you food, and applied romantic lifts!
But you never did accept me, you never helped heal my wrongs,
And all thanks to you I can barely stand love songs.

You treated my heart like trash, when you so easily threw it out,
Now I'm at home trying to forget the pain when my soul feels stuck in mode pout.
My friends ask me; "What's wrong man? You look a little down."
I reply them; "I don't want to be a buzz kill, so I'll see you guys around."
They say; "Man you still thinking about ole' girl? It's new ones in the club!"
I then say; "Nah I'd rather chill at home, draw some pics, write poems, and get in the tub."

My friends are confused for one simple reason; they never applied real love,
Being raised by a loving mother, I'd treat all women like doves.
So as my heart tries to heal, I ask myself; "What did I do wrong?
Did I say the wrong things? Did I not do enough?" and "Through this how did others stay strong?"

It hurts like hell when you love someone for real, and in return they secretly hate,
I'm searching for that real love like M.J.B. and I got a fence around my heart for the fakes.
I'm taking my heart back, dusting off the grime, and taking it to the wash!
My next woman will get a fresh love, not all torn up from ex "oh gosh".
But I will not rush things, all wounds need time to heal.
So until my REAL wife comes along, I'll be just doing me, with the hopes that my heart won't turn steel.