May your nights be sleepless,
haunted by the echoes of my name.
May the silence crawl under your skin,
louder than any excuse you ever made.
May every mirror show your reflection
cracked and incomplete,
a mosaic of the lies you told
and the truths you couldn't face.
May your hands never find warmth,
no matter how tightly you hold another.
May your lips taste ash in every kiss,
the ghost of what you ruined lingering there.
May the love you seek turn to shadows,
fading before you can grasp it,
and may you rememberâ
in every empty room,
in every quiet breath,
that I once loved you
whole and unbroken.
May you never outrun the weight
of what you've done.