You torn down my heaven

Gave you every vein inside my wrists, you still cut out my pulse, Turned my ribs into a chapel just to house your cult, Hung my future from the ceiling, you just watched it convulse, Fed you every last doubt ‘til I ran out of results, Turned my skeleton to scaffolds so your dreams could reach the sky, Bleached my name into the carpet so your tears stayed dry, You took the halo off my trauma, wore it thin as disguise, Then tossed my spirit off the balcony and watched it not die, I stitched your shadows to my shadow, now the night’s too loud, You wrote hieroglyphs in blood across my self‑respect and vowed, You were different, I believed it—like a fucking devout, Now I’m staring at this crater where your promise burned out, I laced your insecurities in gold around my lungs, Inhaled your every panic ‘til my attributes were gone, You turned my heartbeat to a metronome to pace your run, Now the track is cold and empty, all that echo is done

I gave you everything, you left with the receipt, Took all my sunlight, left the flicker in defeat, Turned my whole life to a room you’d never keep, Now every footprint that you left is six feet deep, I gave you everything, you ghosted through the wall, Tore down my heaven, left your baggage in the hall, You turned my chest into a stage for your withdrawal, Now every love song that I write is just a brawl

I was carving constellations out the scars on your back, Turned your nightmares into folklore, kept the monsters on track, I was painting over bullet holes you labeled “setbacks”, ‘Til I noticed every canvas had my hope in the cracks, You lit your cigarettes on every boundary I drew, Ashing promises on carpets I had just made new, You said “forever” like a landlord with a crooked view, Soon as rent came due in effort, you just fucking withdrew, You wore my kindness like a coat you’d never paid for, Left it soaked in all your stormclouds on the way out the door, I was busy building bridges to your private war, While you were counting up the planks to see what more you could score, You kept your heart behind your teeth and chewed on all my trust, Spat “I’m sorry” into napkins, left them rotting in rust, You made my ribcage into storage for your unlabeled dust, Now I’m coughing up your history and calling it disgust, I watched you practicing your exit in my bathroom mirror, Every time you said “I’m fine,” I heard the engine nearer, You rearranged my furniture to fit your disappearing, Then blamed the emptiness on how I never saw it clearer

So fuck the “maybe someday,” fuck the “what if we try?”, I built you altars out of moments you could never survive, You left me bankrupt in emotions, but I’m rich in reply, ‘Cause I gave everything I had—and you still chose goodbye.