The Paradise Lost Poem by Jamuna Z

I loved you like the sky loves flame—
Wild, unbound, without a name.
You came like thunder draped in grace,
And carved your fire into my face.

I bled for joy, I sang in scars,
I counted time by where you are.
But love, my love, is sharp and sly.
It kissed my lips and told a lie.

You turned—no storm, no cry, no call,
Just silence thick as ash and fall.
A dagger dressed in soft goodbyes,
Left weeping truth beneath your lies.

Each change came swift—a sharpened blade,
New hands, new words, the light would fade.
I tried to bloom in broken ground,
But roots don't grow where none are found.

And fear—oh God, it builds its throne,
In rooms I haunt, but not alone.
I dread the day your name decays,
Or worse—becomes too sharp to say.

Still, I return—nostalgia's slave,
To dance on every dream you gave.
I trace the ghosts, I drink the dust,
I mourn what burned, I mourn what must.

Would I forget? I wish I could.
But flames remember flesh and wood.
You live in songs I cannot kill,
In every quiet, aching still.

So let the world keep shifting skies,
Let stars fall out of lovers' eyes.
I'll wear your ruin like a crown—
A queen of ash, who won't bow down.