In some Other Girls' Arms

At first, I had no ideas for a new poem.
Until I heard the news, then I went home.
My friend told me all about it.
I didn't comprehend, I tried to doubt it.

I thought it was an April Fools joke.
I thought my friend was playing.
But she would never lie like that.
I believed what she was saying.

"I'm sorry." she said. This was
the only time I wished she lied.
"It's okay, I'm fine." I said,
hiding the pain I felt inside.

I was a litle broken-hearted,
though I wouldn't admit it.
My heart fell apart
in less than a minute.

One part of me thought, "At least I have
a poem idea." But it's not worth it.
I can't feel my heart now.
Because you hurt it.

You were a fun and crazy boyfriend,
but I didn't think you'd go that far.
You never knew I've spent all my time
practicing those sweet songs on my guitar.

It doesn't matter now. Not today,
because you're not with me.
It feels different now. When you walk my way,
just a skater boy is all I see.

I thought we'd still at least be friends.
You'd be there when I needed help.
But you left me alone a week ago,
to be with somebody else.

You said you'd never be mad at me
or do me any harm.
But you left me just to be
in some other girl's arms.