Poem

 

“You Do Not Love Me”

I am sure you do not love me.

Your silence screams louder than thunder,

and in your eyes, I see the ghost

of what we almost were.

You speak in promises that rot midair,

your touch — a memory dressed in frost.

Once, I was the fire you called home;

now, I am smoke fading into someone else’s sky.

Do not say my name —

it no longer belongs to warmth.

Love does not lie,

and lies do not love. 🌧️

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Poem — “The Betrayal Within” 🌑

You said forever — and forever died that night.

Your promises turned to ash beneath my trembling hands.

The moon hid her face, ashamed to watch

as love was traded for lies wrapped in silk.

I bled silence instead of words,

each breath a memory I wished to unremember.

You painted dreams with poison brushes,

and I drank them — believing they were stars.

Now my soul walks barefoot through the glass of what we were,

each step a scar, each tear a confession.

Pain became my witness,

and betrayal — my crown of thorns. 🕯️