Broken

Did we ever have anything?
Was it ever to be?
Or just a heartbreak,
waiting to happen?
Could it be just a sick, cruel joke?
A test to see my reaction?
Or perhaps a mistake?
I don't know what hurts more,
hearing it from someone else,
or him being too afraid of social status to tell of his feelings.
And yet again maybe there were no feelings.
Maybe I was just a plaything,
a stupid toy,
used,
until a better one could be obtained.
I don't understand why it hurts so much,
but it does,
and now my hearts in two.