How can I pick up thy heart

scattered on the floor, all in pieces

broken by the one I trusted most

torn by betrayal, lies and lust.

I should have known from the start

how I would end up here, in pieces

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scorched is my soul, like a slice of toast

would I ever again be able to trust?

My mind is blank, confused and sore

my very soul is scarred and abused

beliefs long held are shaken to the core

I feel angry, confused and used.

We were to grow old, enjoy our growing creases

now I stand here alone, my heart in pieces.