Match my freak?
Nah.
Match my yearn.
Notice—
that’s a verb.
Your words sound sweet,
but sugar burns.
Pretty face
made me roll the dice—
snake eyes twice,
should’ve read the signs.
“Fun while it lasted?”
You wish.
Life’s too short
for counterfeit bliss.
Started at the bottom—
now we here.
All grown up,
still climbing tiers.
Meanwhile you
still hiding truth,
dying slow
inside your fear.
Don’t match my yearn—
match your healing.
Match the silence screaming
when truth hits the ceiling.
Match the courage
standing in flames.
I didn’t need a match—
I became the blaze.
They burned the witch
for being different.
History repeats
when cowards get distant.
You watched the fire
like it proved your position—
but pressure like that
just forged my ignition.
I wasn’t burning.
I was transcending.
You called it ending—
I called it ascending.
You lit the match.
I became the fuse.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Now the smoke’s in the room.
Abracadabra—
look who’s back.
Thought you took the magic—
I found the hat.
Tricks up my sleeve,
cards in the dark.
Faced your shadow
and branded the mark.
Now my light
exposes the lie.
Funny how villains
only appear
when heroes stop
letting things slide.
You tried to bury
what we both knew—
but magic once shared
doesn’t answer to you.
Run.
Hide.
Wish on the clock
when it’s 11:11.
Split the timeline,
rewrite the ending.
But the math stays math—
and the truth stays truth.
You didn’t erase me.
You proved the proof.
Soul contract closed.
No more pretending.
You carry
unkept promises.
I carry
completed business.
Ash to ash,
spark to flame—
You lit the fire.
I changed the game.
—AP 🖤
LyssDymension
