Heart Broken
Sad relationship breakup open of that feeling of when true love really is broken
It cuts deep within , I can feel the shards of glass , as they scratch my chest from within . Each breath I take nothing but sharp pain within my chest now, for no plaster or glue can mend my heart , not this time , not again. For my hearts been mended and broken far to many times .
If only I had known back then what I know now , you were never good you were just a liar and cheater , but above all a thief and a spy. You knew what to say to get your way and broke me till there was nothing left to take at all.
My heart I gave you so willingly and foolishly freely, it was tenderly made of crystal glass , but you gladly smashed it with that hammer in hand, so it now all remains just shards of what it was before , but never will it be whole again, for it cuts me deep within.
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