pains

I gave you my heart, a fragile thing, And trusted your hands, as you learned to sing. Each word you spoke was a gentle thread, Weaving a bond, where hope was fed. In your eyes, I saw a truth so pure, I believed in your love, so soft, so sure. But behind your smile, there lurked a shade, A quiet storm where promises fade. You held me close, your touch like grace, But I was just a shadow in your embrace. A whispered lie, a soft betrayal, The trust I gave, now frail, so frail. You tore through me, without a sound, A love once built, now lost, unbound. And here I stand, with pieces of me, A broken soul, set loose to flee. m The heart you smashed, it beats once more, But the echo of trust is no longer sure. I learned too late, the truth you wore— That love, once lost, is never restored.