My trust was broken
It's shattered like glass
Every lie you spoke
Brought the hammer down again
Breaking that sacred trust more and more
Breaking it into tiny pieces
Pieces that are too small to pick up
Most too small to put back together
I am left alone to try to repair it
To pick up the pieces I can
To try and put myself back together
What remains is not perfect
It is not what it used to be
What remains is not all there
Damaged does not mean useless
Broken does not mean worthless
My trust has been shattered
But that does not mean it's unfixable
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Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I wrote. They may not be too good, but I tried so...
