I danced— a fragile dance— the song of love inside your heart. But you went quiet. And in that silence, you drowned me. Tore my love apart.
Why did I let you in? Why did I hand you the keys— to my car, to my body, to the soft, beating place I kept so hidden?
Why did I trust you on my quiet hill, let you rest there, touch there, pretend to care there— just to cut me open when I started to believe?
You didn’t just leave. You hollowed me out. Took what was warm and left it cold. You shattered the girl who finally said yes. Who let her guard down to feel something real.
You stole my heart— without mercy. Broke my soul— without warning. Left me alone in the echo of everything we almost were.
And still, after all that, I gave it to you. All of it. Every trembling piece I never asked for but you took anyway.