You loved in pieces,
never whole,
collecting hearts
like trophies on a shelf.
Every promise
was borrowed time,
every “forever”
a carefully crafted lie.
Now you walk alone,
surrounded by the ruins
of people who once
believed your name meant home.
5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
You loved in pieces,
never whole,
collecting hearts
like trophies on a shelf.
Every promise
was borrowed time,
every “forever”
a carefully crafted lie.
Now you walk alone,
surrounded by the ruins
of people who once
believed your name meant home.
