I wrote with blood,
She answered with breath.
Whispers from someone who’d already left.
She typed like she meant it,
But silence still screamed—
A ghost in my inbox,
A digital dream.
I gave her the storm,
She sent back a mist.
Half-hearted lines
That shadowed the twist.
“I love you,” she said,
But her hands were with him.
Like signing a song
While the melody’s grim.
I asked her for truth,
She gave me delay.
Like healing could wait
While she wandered away.
Breadcrumbs and riddles,
Circles and grace—
Every reply just a mask on her face.
Her therapist taught her
To name every scar,
But not to look back
And see who they are.
Not to ask questions
When mirrors might crack.
Not to face the man
She stabbed in the back.
The DMs stayed quiet,
The emails grew thin.
She spoke in the margins
But not deep within.
She told me her pain
Like a badge on display—
But dodged every moment
She pushed me away.
And now here I sit,
With nothing but proof—
That love without cost
Was her favorite truth.
But I carry the weight
Of a love that won’t lie.
And she carries silence—
Too scared to say why.
So I’ll be the fire
That no one could tame.
And she’ll be the shadow
That won’t speak my name.
And if she ever wonders
What love really cost…
It’s the man who stayed burning
While she counted the loss.