I sought a handful of trust,
She handed me hollow assurances—
\"This love will outlast life itself,
Death holds no claim over us.
Beyond the end, a paradise awaits,
Built just for our love.\"
Foolish me—
I mistook promises for truth.
I gave her all my days,
Whispering—\"Trust is rare now.
If you can, gift me just this—
A single handful of faith.\"
But her final offering?
A blade of betrayal, severing trust with lies.
I cursed myself—
For loving a mirage more than my own reflection,
For walking a path that led only to ruin.
I never dreamed
The one I called \"home\"
Would reduce sacred vows to ash.
How does a heart turn to stone?
The lips that swore \"forever\"
Now silence me with a blocklist—
No warning, no goodbye.
I drown in disbelief—
Why do I keep returning to the road
That always leads to wreckage?
Outside, the world is mute,
But within—a scream that never ends.
Science, you lie too—
\"The heart has no bones,\" you claim.
Then why does mine fracture
Again and again?
A mere 12 cm by 8 cm—
How does this tiny chamber
Hold the weight of the world’s sorrow?