When I first fell in love, I didn’t know I was stepping into the dark.
I never thought the man I loved would be the one to bury me alive.
You killed my dreams one by one,
extinguished the stars I once looked at with hope,
wiped the smile I used to wear so easily.

I wanted cities.
I wanted us tangled beneath wild skies,
with moonlight dripping on our bare skin,
lost in places untouched by time.

But you brought nothing.
No flowers, no joy—just silence and scars.
Maybe you’ll finally bring roses
when I’m rotting in the ground.

Still, you haunt me.
I hate that your touch can still raise goosebumps on my skin.
It’s sick, what you still do to me.

When your hands were on me,
I felt like I was standing at the edge of something holy—
a mountain, a fall,
a fire.

Climb me one last time.
Find the fountain behind the hills.
Drink from it ’til it burns your throat.
I want you choking on what you never deserved.