You handed me the weight of pain,
Dropped it softly in my vein.
I carried it like a loaded silence,
Until I chose to break the chain.
I believed in what we built,
Every promise, every kiss.
But your truth was dressed in shadows,
And I drank it like it was bliss.
Your smile, a velvet disguise,
I never saw the midnight lies.
I played the part you wrote for me,
While losing pieces of my sky.
You played your tricks in golden light,
Love in costume, wrong in right.
And when the curtain finally fell,
I woke from a hollow night.
No more empty echoes in my bed,
No more words I should've said.
I'm walking out of the wreckage now,
Not broken — just misled.
I loosen the grip of the past,
Let the ache become my strength at last.
And though you tried to pull me under,
I rise — and I outlast.
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Poetry is the highest court.