You said you’d lost your peace, and I kept my silence, while a quiet volcano rose in my chest. You called me a hypocrite, but the mirror was always yours to face. It was you. You who flirted with words you never meant, you who named me tender things, yet couldn’t offer even the smallest kindness. You demanded devotion, while giving nothing in return. And slowly, I carried the weight in silence 🤐 While you carried your loud excuses in an empty room. Copyrights