Pavement.

Grab my hand.
Pull me close.
Tell me sweet nothings and promise me things you know you could never keep.
Go ahead. Throw me to the pavement.
You've done it once you can do it twice.

Throw me down like you already have.
You say you would never do such a thing; yet here you are looking down at me.
Ha. That's funny.
Love? That doesn't exist for you. Only fools fall for that.
I guess I'm that fool.

But it's too late now.
My head is already throbbing, my hand is sore, & my back hurts from that pavement.
I have a mark now. 
A mark that reminds me.
Reminds me of everything you never were.

You say you don't know how to break someones heart,
But you have already mastered the process.
You don't need me to give you instructions.