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.