He gave her his heart, thinking it was safe,
believing her smiles were real, her love true.
But her words were a mask,
shadows of what she never meant to be.
He held on, even when the cracks showed,
begging her to stay, though she never stayed.
Each time she left, he believed it was his fault,
but it was only the echo of her lies.
She said he changed, became something dark,
but it was her truth that poisoned him, not his love.
In the end, he stopped pleading,
but the love he held for her never faded,
a flame that burned despite the lies.
He walked away, silence his final act,
But her memory stayed with him, a weight he couldn’t lift
He learned that love doesn’t always heal,
sometimes it just leaves you empty,
holding on to the ghost of what never was.
for in her lies, he lost more than just her—he lost the will to love
He thought love was a lie, yet still felt it inside,
He believes love is real, but not the way he once imagined it,
for it’s not beautiful—it’s pain disguised as passion.
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
He gave her his heart, thinking it was safe,
believing her smiles were real, her love true.
But her words were a mask,
shadows of what she never meant to be.
He held on, even when the cracks showed,
begging her to stay, though she never stayed.
Each time she left, he believed it was his fault,
but it was only the echo of her lies.
She said he changed, became something dark,
but it was her truth that poisoned him, not his love.
In the end, he stopped pleading,
but the love he held for her never faded,
a flame that burned despite the lies.
He walked away, silence his final act,
But her memory stayed with him, a weight he couldn’t lift
He learned that love doesn’t always heal,
sometimes it just leaves you empty,
holding on to the ghost of what never was.
for in her lies, he lost more than just her—he lost the will to love
He thought love was a lie, yet still felt it inside,
He believes love is real, but not the way he once imagined it,
for it’s not beautiful—it’s pain disguised as passion.
