Tear a piece of your heart,
And give it to someone new.

Let them hold the gold,
Clutched between their fist,
Slammed against the wall,
As they move towards,
The final door.

On your knees,
Wiping your tears,
You pick up of what's left,
Of your broken soul.

Shattered and fragmented,
You piece the empty puzzles.

Shaking hands,
Quivering lips,
Tearing eyes,

You look up at the one,
Whom you had trusted the most.

Broken and betrayed,
You look away

To dust and to dirt,
Your heart remains.

Worthless,
Dead,
Nothing,
Is what it becomes.

You watch their body disappear,
The door slamming behind,
As you rely on the good
To reflect on the bad.

Maybe you deserved it,
Maybe you needed it.

But never were you warn,
Of how bad it pained.