My heart, it bleeds
But still, you stomp,
your clunky leather engineer boots
making tracks all over

The floor, my chest
While you insist you mean no harm
and that she meant nothing to you
There is a lot of cruelty
in what you don't mean to do

One day, I'll learn
What love should really feel like
In the meantime,
my heart will heal once more

with thanks to etouffee