Everything’s slipping, it’s starting again,
Not like before, but I feel it within.
A whisper, a warning I couldn’t ignore,
But powerless now, just watching the shore.
I sit by the glass, and gaze at my face,
Wondering how I got to this place.
From where I began to the person I see—
It’s like nothing has shifted inside of me.
Each day is louder, the silence stings,
No strength to move, no pull for my wings.
Just watching the boat as it sinks in the dark,
While he throws riddles like venomous sparks.
Everything’s colder, the warmth is all gone,
I’m trembling, fading, yet still holding on.
They think I’m a rock, unshaken, so bold—
But I’m breaking inside, brittle and cold.
He knew how to play, how to twist every thread,
He mapped every move, he danced in my head.
A thousand mind games, and I couldn’t see,
How easily he made a fool out of me.
He thinks he’ll be fine, and maybe he will,
Just finding new hearts to conquer and chill.
But I seek no revenge, no anger, no flame—
I just want the truth, not another cruel game.
For karma is patient, and fate keeps score—
He’ll taste what he’s given, and maybe much more.
And I’ll still be standing, not broken but free,
Not silent with shame—but with clarity.