My heart I gave
in a golden box.
Left unpadded,
remaining unlocked.
No protection
as it lay raw.
It wasnt enough
you wanted more.
Trusting you to
handle with care.
Instead it was ripped
to pieces, as it lay there.
No encouragement
no support.
You gave up,
where you could have fought.
Not only once
or just twice.
You regret it now
this time, your final demise.
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