You moved on like love was a door
you could walk through without looking back.
I am still standing in the wreckage,
hands full of everything I gave you,
everything you never gave back.

He gets the version of you I begged for.
He gets the love I built from nothing.
And I get the ghosts—
the doubt, the trust issues,
the aching silence where I used to be whole.

You made me forget myself.
Now I don’t know how to be anything
but broken.