The wicked games you played with my heart
were never love—just shadows in the dark.
You dimmed my light,
hoping I’d shrink,
but I rose anyway—
even when I couldn’t think.

I loved you like my weather,
even when the skies turned gray.
I believed in your storms,
stood in the rain,
thinking maybe you'd wash the pain away.

But you didn’t.

You broke me.
Bent me.
Left me bruised in silence.
But I became a mother—
not out of pain,
but defiance.

You made me grace
in the shape of a woman
who’d rather be broken
than let her babies feel abandoned.

I sacrificed dreams
so they’d never lose sleep.
I held the weight of the world
and still found strength
to speak—

Even now.

You lie in courts,
twist truths like vines,
but you can’t erase the footsteps
that were always mine.
I was there,
when you weren't.
I gave love,
when you burnt
every bridge,
every chance,
and still,
I danced
in the fire of your absence.

You keep my daughter
like a weapon,
but I won’t raise war—
my love’s not for show,
it’s rooted in more.

No hate lives here.
Only sorrow that you lost your way.
But I—
I never left.
I never strayed.

Even when you only came in the night,
strung out and searching,
I stayed soft,
I stayed right.

Because my heart?
It don’t close.
It’s a safe place
for broken souls to grow.

But don’t mistake my love for weakness.
Don’t confuse my grace for fear.
Nothing stands in my way—
not lies,
not time,
not even you, my dear.