I can’t believe this—
how could your heart not feel tangled?
Here I remain, left with the crumbs of you,
it’s killing me, softly,
like blades pressing slow against my skin,
and you didn’t even watch me bleed,
for you knew I would.

It tears my soul apart—
these blades were carved from your delicate hands I once kissed.
The words that cut deeper than any wound
fell from the same lips that whispered,
“I could never hurt you.”
Those eyes that now drift into emptiness
were once the world where mine found home.

The bow we tied—
how did it mean nothing to you?
How did you erase it,
as though it never was?
How could you love another
while our knot still holds?

Did you see a brighter world in their gaze?
Did their heartbeat echo louder for you than mine?
Were their arms warmer,
their smile stronger
than what I ever gave?
How did you do it?
I don’t know how you do it.

For I could never—
my soul locked your name in my chest
the day it found you.
I never thought I’d need a key,
but now the lock aches,
and I feel like a fool for you.