The Echo Chamber

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.