‘’ You are the one who loves to
make me small every day until nothing is left
And I am the one who gathers all the misery and then turn it into a new monstrosity…” – Bound to Fail
…
And here
I stand – staring into the darkness, where all we had is gone.
I am not
breaking anymore – I have done enough.
Your
questions haunt me like ghosts that refuse to leave
But you were
no longer the person I was dreaming of.
…
Yes, I
was the one behind the rusted side of that door,
But not
to guard it, just to make sure it would never be opened
Like we had
done so many times before.
I was
the silence that swallowed your countless pleas,
I was
the keeper of the ashes of the love we had
I
scattered them like I did with our ruined plans,
My hands
cold, my ears deafened by the countless fights.
I saw
your tears but still chose the blackness over you,
I was
never afraid, just tired – already numb;
Under
your damaged touch, I turned into a hollow soul.
I was
the punisher you chose, a sweet cruelty shaped by pain.
Never
rage, nor fire, not even a storm – just something shapeless molding into form.
I chose
to stay when leaving you would have been the kindness you deserved,
Then I
left when I still had my chance to salvage what remained of me.
I
blurred the lines between devotion and control
Until
there was nothing felt untouched – every hidden wound exposed.
And yes,
I felt the moment I completely ripped your heart out,
It was
never a pleasure, only the language we both spoke,
Where
hurting you meant I could still feel alive.
…
And here
I am, sitting in silence, thinking of you in my sleepless night
I wanted to tell my story instead of the rehearsed borrowed lines.
You call
it cycle, I call it stillness – the inability that trapped my mind.
You said
I made you small but I was watching you fade away,
Turning
into something I no longer wanted to preserve.
With
your choices you took every hope I had left, shaping me into your villain.
I was
never stronger nor wiser – you were the mirror of every mistake I made.
We were
so broken we mistook the habit for devotion,
Two damaged
souls chained together in a war of dominance.
I am only
human, though you paint me like a monster,
But
there is nothing we could have done,
I remain
the echo you chose to keep, long after the wounds healed.
This was
our ending – not beautiful, yet not entirely cruel,
What we
had became something not worth fighting for
And that’s why I let silence be the end of us.
