stupid poem

I was sitting alone at the corner
Thinking bout all my untrusted of Love
And then you came
You said love is beautiful
And I started to believe it
But, it was just a fake
Your hand was never really for me
Though I was trying to welcome it

Now, I'm all alone again
Not just thinking bout my untrusted of love
But also cursed on my own stupidity that I naively believe it

And what is left for me now
Is just pieces of my broken heart
And I can see it clearly
Behind these hazel eyes....