Whom shall i trust?

The echoes of his words still linger, A phantom pain that lingers in my bones. I clutch at the remnants of a love that shattered, A fragile mosaic of broken promises and stolen thrones. He built me up, then tore me down with a careless hand, A cruel sculptor molding me into his twisted vision. My spirit, once vibrant, now a wilted, fragile strand, Haunted by the ghost of a love that was a cruel derision. I search for solace in the whispers of the wind, In the gentle caress of the sun's warm embrace. But the scars he left, they seem to have no end, A constant reminder of his venomous grace. I yearn for the touch of a hand that's kind and true, A voice that whispers comfort, a love that's pure and new. But fear whispers its doubts, a chilling, icy hue, "Will you ever find someone who won't betray you?" My heart, a wounded bird, trembles in its cage, Scared to fly, to trust, to love again. The memory of his betrayal, a painful, haunting page, A constant reminder of the damage he had done, the endless pain.