The Opposite of Love: Use
My heart has been crushed, without a single touch.
What the ones give me power, is now my crutch.
It was given with love, such an honest, strong heart.
Then snatched from my being, and torn all apart.
I gathered the pieces, the best of my ability.
I fear what the once gave love, now only gives hostility.
When I've mended the heart that belongs to Zac,
I'll never Love the same, some was lost in the cracks.
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