Heartbreak

In either early February or late January of 2010, I wrote a song called Leave With What You Have. It was a breakup song influenced by my imagination and other pop songs I had heard, since I had never had a boyfriend or love to base it upon. It was generic and stereotypical. I still enjoy listening to it though, and it was one of my favorite creations.
In September, five days after my birthday, I had my first boyfriend. I thought loved him, and I poured out my heart and emotions to him. He told me he'd always love me, and that I was the only reason he even went on. I was a sucker for romantic, emotional boys. I held on to every word he said, and I trusted him with my life. I would always remember the memories we shared, and I was convinced our love would last forever. I was nothing but a lovesick daydreamer.
Four days ago, the object of my 'undying' affection led me into the school hallway and said the four most painful words I had ever heard;
"We should break up."
I went into immediate shock. I still can't believe how stupid I was, ruining our amazing friendship--and I couldn't believe him for lying and playing with my heart. I don't know what I'm going to do. A painful, just-got-stabbed-in-the-chest feeling follows me through my class periods and everyday activities. The bubbly, happy girl has left me and been replaced by some melancholy spirit. I thought breakups were for unlucky people when I wrote that song, but now I'm faced with a grotesque, evil reality. Boys are liars. And me? I'm just a gullible child.
I was singing out new ideas for songs in the shower this morning. I came up with something like this.

In all reality
Your sweetness has demolished me
The only one that made me cry
Is the only one who can save my life

I promised I'd remember all our brighter days
It's hard to imagine you and I parting ways
You said you'd love me for forever and always
To you forever's over now, you've left me in dismay

I'm not quite finished.

Until then, I'll tell myself....
Tomorrow is another day.

xx Milky