Just a Cheshire Grin

You cry and wail,
And I keep my tissues close.
I say sweet promises,
Forgiving nothings.
I say it'll be ok,
But underneath my caring facade,
There's a cheshire grin.
They hate you.
They all hate you,
For what you did to her.
I secretly do,
Because I love her,
And you broke her.
So, I'll help you pick up the pieces,
Then I'll take your hand,
Tell you it'll all be better.
Don't worry.
I'll lead you over to them,
Then leave you,
Convince you to go to the dogs,
Instead of just throwing you.
Because see,
If I threw you,
Then you'd break again and there'd be no fun in that,
Now would there?