#emotionalarson
She left my love like a cigarette burn on velvet skin,
A slow, deliberate scar—a tattoo of betrayal.
Every promise twisted into barbed wire,
Every "forever" a lie dissolved in ***** breath that stung like acid rain.
She danced in the wreckage of my trust, a storm in satin shoes,
Laughing as she struck the match, her smile a sickle moon,
Fed my devotion to the fire, a pyre of petals,
And called it "freedom." —a dagger wrapped in silk.
Now I collect the bones of what she broke: fossils of feeling,
Handfuls of "sorrys" that turned to dust like moth-wing confetti,
Echoes of her name in empty rooms that hum with phantom warmth,
And a ribcage full of winter. Ice where a heart once beat.
Love? A fairy tale for fools who still believe in phoenixes.
I know the truth now:
Some fires only leave ruins —scorched earth where nothing grows.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC