I gave her my soul, my heart, my bloom,
A light in our darkness, a voice in my doom.
I’m left with the love that was created for her,
Now useless, now aimless just a messy blur.

She whispered "I love you" like rain on my fire,
Yet runned back to the arms of a cruel, cold liar.
I offered devotion, unwavering, true—
But somehow, my everything was not enough for you.

She chose broken promises, pain wrapped in gold,
While I stood here silent, abandoned and cold.
No anger remains, no flames I can stoke,
Just sorrow that chokes me in silence and smoke.