Butterflies were in my stomach

He had to shoot them down

What a curveball

I never would have expected that he of all people

Would accidentally throw away my heart,

Still hot and beating,

Like a retainer wrapped in a napkin.

I never expected that someone

Who seemed to care so much

Would be so powerless in the end

To even try.

I thought that someone

Who noticed such little details

And showered me with lavish gifts

Would care enough to try harder.

To give it his all.

I guess, though,

It just goes to show

That materialistic gifts mean

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

And it just goes to show how utterly

Naive

Naive

Naive

Naive

Naive

Naive

is the little scholarship girl in her

little blue skirt and little navy polo

with braided hair and highest hopes

and a wish to be loveable that will

Never

Never

Never

come true