He said three golden words— “You complete me.”
So, she broke herself in shards he could carry.
He mocked her degrees, her minds hard climb
So, she lit her past and called it sublime.
He did gently though, like falling snow
Each cut was kindness, each no a soft blow.

He wouldn't speak until she profusely apologized,
sorry for raising her voice, sorry for asking twice.
He preached: “True bonds need nothing new,”
So, she offered her all and received just dew.
He said, “Rule the home and my heart like a queen.”
So, she served in his palace, bowed to his routine.

He called her sensitive, but it was never emotion,
What exhausted her was the incessant erosion
Of trimming her identity, to suit his situation
Of muting her colors to match his narration.
He cloaked his criticism in the language of care,
And smothered doubt, like prayer in perfumed air.

He used "We are one" to erase his faults and mistakes
When she faltered, he spelled blame with surgical stakes.
"You’re overthinking,” he said with a sadistic grin.
Kept editing her memory, to frame her within.
Each truth she lived, he gently denied—
Until only his version survived inside.
People around her said- "u had a choice".
But she didn't ever get a chance to voice.

He didn't complete her but consumed her whole.
Just enough to leave her name carved in his soul.