In the labyrinth of love, where I give my all,  
Every inch of my soul, each heartbeat a call.  
I love with the fire that burns through my veins,  
Unyielding, unbroken, through joy and through pains.  
But once the truth seeps in like a whisper, so deep,  
That you're not the answer, not the dream I will keep—  
I turn, I sever, I detach and I break,  
For love is a chain that no longer can stake.

I will hurt, I will fall, I will bleed on the floor,  
But each drop of pain teaches me more and more.  
I will suffer, I will weep, and still I will fight,  
Until the day nothing can wound me with might.  
The scars are the testament, each one a story,  
Of giving my heart, then retreating in glory.

You see, when I’ve loved, I've given it all,  
Every piece, every hope, until the last call.  
But once the truth whispers its cold, bitter name,  
I shall never look back, never play that old game.  
For when you were gone, when I needed you near,  
The echo of absence became all too clear.

If in the future, fate pulls you my way,  
Know this, my love, I will not stay.  
For the love I once gave, you let slip through the night,  
And now I stand whole, no longer in plight.  
No looking back to the ruins of before,  
When I loved with my soul, but you asked for more.

Time can never bring back what’s already gone,  
So I will walk forward, and not turn at dawn.  
You taught me the meaning of detachment, my dear—  
Love is a gift, but detachment brings clear.  
And though my heart will always remember you well,  
In the end, it's myself I must forever compel.

We once spoke with the sun’s first rays,  
From the moment the dawn broke, till night’s last gaze.  
Our words were like the morning dew,  
A promise of forever, and love so true.  

I’d open my eyes, and there you’d be,  
A soft whisper, a thought, a certainty.  
From morning’s light to the moonlit glow,  
Our hearts in sync, never letting go.  

But now, the silence speaks louder than sound,  
A hollow echo, where once love was found.  
You don’t know what breaks inside of me,  
As I search for you in a world so empty.  

I used to hear your voice in the breeze,  
Now it’s a silence that brings me to my knees.  
You once knew my every joy, every fear,  
Now I wonder if you even know I’m here.  

The days stretch on, yet I feel no time,  
The hours pass like a silent crime.  
Your absence has become my prison,  
A cage of memories, love’s last decision.  

I don’t know where you are, what you’ve become,  
I don’t hear your laugh, no more warmth, no hum.  
I wonder if you think of me, as I think of you,  
Or if the space between us has made us two.  

We used to be more than just breath and bone,  
Now I am a stranger in my own home.  
How did we fall, how did we break,  
When every word we spoke was a vow we’d make?  

The world feels cold without your voice,  
Like a sky without stars, no choice.  
I close my eyes, hoping you’re there,  
But find only silence, and empty air.

If I could reach through this void, this night,  
To hold you again, to make it right,  
I would, my love, though words fail me now,  
I’d find you again, I swear somehow.

But for now, I wait in the quiet space,  
Wishing you’d return, to fill this place.  
The only sound left, my heart’s silent cry—  
For the words we once shared, the love gone by.

For an artist, naught can cease nor fall,
In pigments pure, eternal echoes call.
Thy flesh may fade, thy voice may wane,
Yet in my strokes, thou art mine to claim.

Not in the waking world dost thou reside,
But in the gilded canvas, thou dost abide.
I cannot touch thee, nor breathe thy air,
Yet in every line, thou art forever there.

My heart is bound in each delicate stroke,
In hues unspoken, my love bespoke.
Reality’s cruel, it tears us apart,
But in my art, thou dost possess my heart.

I cannot picture us as we should be,
Yet within my hands, I paint we.
Each shade a whisper, each shade a sigh,
In this silent realm, thou art never shy.

Thine absence is a wound, unhealed, profound,
But in this painted world, thou art unbound.
I grasp thee not with flesh or eye,
But in every brush, I make thee mine to lie.

For what is love if not eternal hue?
A fleeting moment, yet forever true.
In art, thy spirit shall ever remain,
Unbroken, unyielding, beyond all pain.

Thou art not mine in life's cruel light,
But in my canvas, thou art my endless night.

I begged him when I should have turned away,
Whispered pleads, my voice like fragile clay,
I begged him still, again, and once again,
To treat me tender, not cause my pain.

I gave him all, my soul, my heart, my light,
My every breath, my stars, my endless night.
But he, a shadow in a lover's guise,
Took all I gave, and twisted truth with lies.

I bared my wounds, each scar, each tear, each fear,
And in return, he only brought me near
To darker depths, where love becomes the knife—
He carved my soul, and called it love, this strife.

I begged for kindness, but I met deceit,
A dance of shadows, where love lost its beat.
He took my trust, and made me beg for air,
Yet in his grasp, I lingered, unaware.

Now I stand, broken, yet wiser for the fall,
And in the silence, I hear the echo call:
That love is not a game, nor a trap, nor a plea,
But a sacred trust, that once lost, cannot be.

I begged with words, soft as a fading sigh,
Yet every plea was met with empty lies.
I gave my heart, a treasure wrapped in pain,
And still, he left me drowning in the rain.

The price of my plea was more than I knew,
It cost me trust, and love that once was true.
I gave him all, every piece, every scar,
But he took it all, and left me far.

I begged for kindness, a shelter from the storm,
But he, the tempest, tore apart what was warm.
The price of my plea, I see it now too clear,
It stole my soul, and left me here.

I thought love’s worth was measured in surrender,
But in his hands, my worth grew ever slender.
The price of my plea was not just the tears,
But the loss of myself, consumed by fears.

Now I stand alone, but wiser still,
The price was high, and the cost was real.
Yet in this silence, I find the way to see—
That the price of my plea was freedom, finally.

I told him of the shadows that I wore,
The aching scars, the battles fought before.
With trembling hands, I bared my deepest pain,
Hoping for solace, but I found only disdain.

He took my truths, like fragile glass to break,
And used them to create a darker ache.
Each wound I shared, each tear I spilled,
He twisted, tore, and left me unfulfilled.

What should have healed, he crushed with spite,
Turning my day into an endless night.
I gave him the darkest parts of me,
And in return, he made those shadows all I see.

Now fear is my companion, silent, near,
For every whisper echoes what I fear.
The world is cold, and every step I take,
Feels like a crack, a promise I can't make.

I’m scared of love, scared of the truth I sought,
Of giving more than I ever should have thought.
The scars he left are etched too deep to hide,
And in this world, I walk with broken pride.

I fear the darkness, and I fear the light,
For both have hurt me, both have stolen sight.
And now I stand, a fractured soul,
Scared of everything, afraid to feel whole.

Once more, I stand upon the edge of despair,
Where shadows whisper, and hope's thread tears.
I’ve fought the battles, broken and undone,
But now, once more, I face the setting sun.

The weight of years, the scars that never fade,
A heart once mended now begins to trade
Its fragile peace for pain’s familiar kiss,
A love gone wrong, a haunting, endless bliss.

I fought for air, for moments free of chains,
Escaping the madness, the tortured pains.
But now I’m pulled back into the same abyss,
A soul once saved, now drowning in the mist.

The thoughts return, a silent, cruel parade,
A psychotic dance, where light begins to fade.
I’m lovesick, broken, torn by all I’ve known,
A maniac lost in a place I once had grown.

The mirror cracks, and I see fragments sharp,
Reflections of a soul that’s lost its spark.
I begged for freedom, yet I found a cage,
And now, I stand, consumed by endless rage.

It took me years to climb from dark despair,
To heal the wounds, to find my breath in air.
But now I’m trapped within a twisted game,
A heart once whole, now fractured just the same.

And though I ache and tremble in this night,
I wonder if I’ll ever see the light.
For love has turned to madness in my veins,
A cycle spun, repeating all my pains.

Why me, I ask, when all I gave was pure,
A heart laid bare, yet none could reassure.
I gave my all, each piece, each trembling breath,
But still, I suffer, haunted by love's death.

Why me, when kindness poured from every vein,
A soul so willing to endure the pain.
Yet every hand I trusted turned to stone,
And every word I spoke, I stood alone.

I never thought of vengeance, never sought
To make them feel the wounds that they had wrought.
But daily, I am torn by deeper scars,
My heart shattered beneath unseen, cruel bars.

Why me, I plead, as tears fall like the rain,
Each drop a question, echoing my pain.
I gave and gave, with nothing left to claim,
And still, I burn within this endless flame.

Do I deserve this torment, this cruel tide?
This endless ache I cannot seem to hide?
Each day, a new betrayal cuts so deep,
And in the silence, I can barely sleep.

Why me, I ask, as I stand broken still,
A heart that gave, yet never had its fill.
I long for answers, yet none come, no peace,
Just endless hurt that will never cease.

In the depths of sorrow, I shall part from thee,
As time and fate pull us to distant seas.
Yet, in the quiet echoes of this aching heart,
I shall love thee still, though we are torn apart.

Though heaven’s vast distance may separate our ways,
My love for thee will endure through all days.
A fire that burns in the darkest of night,
Endlessly kindled in an eternal fight.

To the moon, and beyond, my heart shall race,
Enduring, unwavering, despite the cold embrace.
For though we may wander in paths unknown,
My love for thee shall forever be sown.

Distance and time may sever, may break,
But the love I bear thee will never forsake.
Like hell, it shall burn, fierce and untamed,
A flame in my soul, forever inflamed.

I miss you, though you were a storm,  
A tempest in human form.  
You broke me, bent me, left me raw,  
Yet I still ache for all I saw.  

Your vibe was chaos, a burning flame,  
A reckless dance, a dangerous game.  
You were never there, not truly mine,  
But I kept hoping we'd realign.  

Toxic words with a velvet tone,  
You made me feel, though I felt alone.  
A hollow love, a fleeting high,  
Yet I still dream you'd touch the sky.  

I painted us with colors bold,  
A masterpiece that wouldn’t hold.  
But even now, in the quiet night,  
I crave your shadow, your fading light.  

Maybe I'm foolish, lost in my mind,  
Thinking someday you'd be kind.  
But deep in my heart, I know the truth:  
We were a fire that consumed the youth.  

Still, I linger, caught in the haze,  
Missing your chaos, your wicked ways.  
For love, even broken, leaves its mark,  
A haunting echo in the dark.

You are the melody etched in my soul,  
A hymn eternal, my heart’s console.  
In every note, in every chord,  
Your love’s the song I’ve long adored.  

Through symphonies wild and whispers low,  
We compose a rhythm only we know.  
No dissonance fierce, no silence deep,  
Could steal the harmony we keep.  

You are the brushstroke bold and free,  
The hues that bloom inside of me.  
On life’s vast canvas, raw and wide,  
We paint the truth we’ll never hide.  

When tempests rage or skies turn gray,  
We craft a dawn, we find our way.  
With every color, every refrain,  
We build a world where love remains.  

The crescendos rise, the pigments blend,  
Through every trial, on we ascend.  
And when the opus finds its close,  
Our masterpiece forever glows.  

In the gallery of stars above,  
Ours is a portrait framed in love.  
An endless song, a boundless hue,  
Forever yours, forever true.

On this day, the clock strikes cruel,  
Seven years now—an endless duel.  
Each year, the shadows stretch so wide,  
And steal the light where love once died.  
A date I feared, a day I dread,  
For on it, dreams are left for dead.  
The worst of all, it comes to claim,  
A broken heart, a shattered name.

Oh 14th November, bitter, vile,  
Each year you stretch your cruelest mile.  
Six times you’ve bled my soul to grey,  
And now, this seventh, steals the way.  
You rob me once, then come again,  
And make me face the loss, the pain.  
A person lost, yet not the same—  
Each time, I die, yet feel the flame.

I wonder, what curse did I invoke,  
What sin I live, what heart I broke?  
That I should stand, year after year,  
And tremble in this depth of fear.  
The hours left, a scar so raw,  
A bleeding wound, an ancient flaw.  
Already now, I've felt the tear—  
The loss, the ache, the endless prayer.

It’s not the first, nor shall it be,  
But still I stand, broken and free.  
For though I suffer through the night,  
I fear this day, with all my might.  
I’ve wandered through these endless years,  
And still, it comes—my heart’s own fears.  
I cannot bear, I cannot fight,  
This haunting shadow, this endless blight.

I wish for peace, but none I find,  
Just memories, a restless mind.  
This day shall pass, but never leave—  
A haunting mark I can't conceive.  
I wonder what it is I’ve done,  
To live a life that’s always spun  
Around this date, this cursed hour,  
Where love decays, and time turns sour.

Oh Fate, what madness, what cruel jest,  
To make me suffer, and never rest.  
What worse could come, when all is torn?  
When love is lost, and hope is worn.  
Yet still, I stand, with empty grace,  
A shattered soul, no hiding place.  
For 14th November—still you reign,  
And I, the prisoner of your pain.

I thought I’d never love again,  
After the ruins of a broken heart,  
After I gave him every drop of my soul,  
And he let it drown in the dark.  
I bled for him, I crumbled for him,  
Blind, I stumbled in his silence,  
A love that was never mine,  
A love that asked for my life,  
But gave me only pain in return,  
Tears that stained the years  
And shadows that whispered my worthlessness.

I thought love was meant to hurt,  
To leave you hollow, torn apart,  
But then you came, a quiet storm,  
Soft like dawn, yet fierce like fire.  
I never believed in second chances,  
Thought my heart was made of glass,  
Shattered too many times before—  
But your hands, gentle and warm,  
Picked up the pieces of my broken past,  
And held them with such care,  
As if each shard was worth the world.

You waited for me—  
Not with impatience,  
But with a love that knew no time.  
You saw me before I saw myself,  
Held me when I was lost,  
And whispered that I was worthy  
Of the love I once gave,  
But never received.

You taught me what it means to breathe,  
To laugh again, to hope again,  
In your arms, I found the rhythm  
I had forgotten how to play.  
Like flute in the hands of yours,  
You also knew the notes of my heart,  
And with every breath,  
You made me sing.

I thought I would never feel the light  
Of a love that doesn’t burn,  
But you are my sunrise,  
And in your warmth,  
I bloom like a flower that never knew  
It could open again.

I am whole with you,  
In ways I never dreamed were possible,  
You are the peace that calms my storms,  
The joy that fills the emptiness,  
The love that healed my wounds.  
And now, I stand here,  
A girl who once knew only pain,  
But now knows only you.

You are my forever—  
The love I was meant to find.  
With you, I am no longer lost.  
With you, I am home.