Glow After the Burn

Yeah… I kept the ring box, tossed the ring. That’s the kind of night it is.

Cold coffee on the counter, your ghost in my coat,

Pillow still knows your name better than my throat.

I held the mirror steady while you learned to disappear,

Lipstick on a wine glass, last text in my ear.

You said “space,” I gave a galaxy, fell through every star,

Heart like a cracked screen—still lighting up the dark.

I begged the quiet, “please be kind,” it never fucking was,

I stitched a smile by candlelight and bled beneath the gauze.

If loving me was heavy, why’d you pile on lies?

You made a home in thunder, left me soaking in goodbyes.

I cried till the floorboards learned my name,

Till the neighbors knew our blame.

You were rain in a house with no roof—

Every drop another proof.

I loved you hard, you loved to run;

Guess I was midnight, you were sun.

Damn—what a burn, what a lesson learned.

You called me “too much” till I turned too much to touch,

Played me background noise while you chased your rush.

Told me “calm down” when I carried your weight,

Now calm’s what you crave and I’m busy being great.

You wanted soft edges; I sharpened instead,

Now I’m the headline, you’re the footnote I read.

All those little digs and gaslight tricks—

Congrats, baby—made a badass out of this.

If I was “crazy,” it was love you starved;

You fed me scraps and called it carved.

(Yeah—turn it up.)

Pulled myself from the wreck like a black-box truth,

Ran the playback—heard your lies, saw proof.

You want a “chill girl”? Cool—buy ice.

I’m the flame that melts that shit—twice.

New nails, new deal, new terms, my turn,

If bridges gotta burn, watch me fucking burn.

I’m the headline font, you’re the typo blur,

I correct your story with a signature.

I bled till the storm ran out of noise,

Till I found my grown-ass voice.

I’m not your maybe, not your cure—

I’m the prize you weren’t sure.

You lost a diamond being cheap,

I found a me I get to keep.

Hell—what a burn… look how bright I learned.

I’m done dimming down to fit inside your fists,

I’m done writing “almost” on my wrist.

I’m the whole damn spark, the flint, the fuse,

I pick the song now—fuck your cues.

I dance where the red flags used to wave,

Turned every heartbreak to a rave.

Better off loud, better off free,

Baby, you lost me—look who found me.

Call it a comeback? Nah—rebirth,

I’m the storm that chose its worth.

Yeah—let it burn, watch me glow after the burn.

Keep the past—keep the pain—keep the lesson.

I’ll keep the crown.