Stomach, Meet Butterflies

My then 'wonderful' boyfriend of three years had cheated me, again.
He said that 'it' had been, yet another, meaningless fuck, that 'it' was nothing and that he'd so called 'loved' me.
I say 'so called' because if he truly loved me he wouldn't have laid eyes on another girl like he would have. But I thought nothing of it. I no longer thought anything of those words that left those beautiful lips. Those words that played my mind and played them lips.
He.
Played.
Me.