Part Two - “Shattered and Waiting”

I thought I’d learned how to guard my chest,

But you found the cracks I never confessed.

You asked me secrets I couldn’t speak,

My words spilled out like blood in the sink.

I woke up empty while you moved on,

Another lesson burned before the dawn.

Three years of fire, three years of storm,

Your love was a blade, your heart the harm.

I held you close while your darkness reigned,

Every word of care was met with pain.

I begged for light, you drowned the room,

I counted my heartbeats like a tomb.

I loved you still, but I was undone,

A soul once bright, now shadowed and shunned.

I imagined your death in every bang,

Six months of grief for a memory’s pang.

I told you “I love you,” you said assume,

Your silence filled the empty room.

They all said they loved me —

But love left scars and chains.

Every piece I offered

Was broken in their name.

I keep giving pieces,

They keep walking away.

Is hope a lie,

Or just another prey?

Then you came, a spark through the dark,

You touched my chest, reignited the heart.

For a while, I believed love could exist,

In your arms, I found what I’d missed.

But your warmth faded, the light grew thin,

The home grew cold, and I was alone again.

I walk through rooms where your shadow lies,

Your body’s here, but your soul denies.

A house full of things, but nothing for me,

I touch your hand, and it’s just empty.

A glimmer burned, then was snuffed away,

And I was left in shadow, where I still stay.

I whisper to the dark, a fragile plea,

Maybe someone will see the real me.

A spark too faint to fight the night,

But it flickers — tiny, dim, slight.

They all said they loved me —

But love has teeth and claws.

Every heart I offered

Was shredded by their laws.

I keep giving pieces,

And maybe one day,

Someone will stay,

Before they walk away.

I’ve been broken, beaten, burned,

I’ve loved and lost and never returned.

A faint hope remains, a single hue,

I used to dream of love… and maybe I still do.