This heart

This heart is broken, shattered to pieces.
All hope I had, no longer increases.
Comfort was not your greatest belief
Nor was love your favorite motif.
Our paths were separate, always apart.
But never together, like we were in the start.
With things not done, and words unspoken,
slowly my heart becomes unbroken.
This heart it remains, unaffected.
Although my mind has become defected.
I'll walk alone, I don't need you.
My dream has never really required two.
Company is nice, in fact, it's grand.
But you twisted my words, like you were breaking my hand.
Your words were lies, that I believed.
This heart. It was very naive.