Bitter BreakUps

I wonder if any girl looks at a guy and says to herself:
“Wow. I broke his heart once.”
Tore him apart once. After a handful of months.
Regrets that she took his faith in relationships.
Tied it with bricks and threw it off a Pacific Oceanliner ship.
Watched his glass heart sink.
As she pushed his faith to the very brink.
Of insanity. Willingly. Purposely.
So that from the shackles of commitment she'd be free.
Only to watch his fragile beating heart cease to beat.
She took the deadbeat heart for hers to keep.
Like a trophy. So that she'll never be lonely.
Because hearts are rarely given away willingly.
Deceptively, that's one way to steal a heart.
Viciously, the alternative to rip them apart.
But do they look back on it and apologize?
Say sorry for the bullshit, drama and lies?
Tell themselves, he was better off not meeting me.
Because of me, he could've been living happily.
Cancer free, from a disease called heartache.
A result of carelessly letting your heart break.
Symptoms include never healing scars and painful memories.
Building thick walls and treating everyone as enemies.
There's no immidiate cure, it's a slow recovery.
But you'll never be the same as you use to be.
Treat everything coldly, and nothing seriously.
It's the price to pay for a little bit of maturity.
I wonder if any girl has looked at a guy and said to herself,
"Wow, I broke his heart once."
Said hi to him after thousands of unspoken months.
I can only imagine his response to the reason why his scars won't heal.
"Fuck you, cunt."