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.