The Death of Us
I loved you like the stars love the sky,
Endless, constant—never asking why.
You swore your heart was mine to keep,
But you left me drowning, left me weak.
Your voice was once my favorite song,
A melody I played too long.
Now every note is laced with pain,
A ghostly echo that remains.
Did you hold her like you held me tight?
Did you whisper to her in the dead of night?
Did she taste the same sweet lies,
The ones that burned behind your eyes?
I gave you all, I bled, I broke,
And love became a cruel joke.
You crushed my heart with hands so kind,
Left me searching, lost, and blind.
You walked away without a sound,
Left me six feet underground.
Not in death, but in despair,
For love was real—but you weren’t there.