You broke the girl who loved you true,
Saw light in you, even in darkness anew.
She stayed, despite reason to flee,
Believed in you, silenced her doubts, and ignored warnings she'd see.
She gave you loyalty, patience, and forgiveness too,
Carried the weight of your moods, silence, and anger, anew.
Defended you, built excuses, and convinced her heart,
That your behaviour was love, though it tore her apart.
You crushed her heart, without a care,
Taught her love is fear, trust is weakness to bear.
Now she recoils, questions every good deed,
Conditioned to believe she's not enough, indeed.
You sleep soundly, unbothered and free,
While she lies awake, replaying misery.
You think you've won, but you've only shown,
Your true self, in the heart you've broken and alone.
But she'll rise, stronger and wiser, one day,
From the pain you've caused, she'll find her way.
And though you've broken her, she'll heal and be free,
A phoenix from the ashes, a soul reborn, wild, and carefree.
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