What can I take to mend this broken heart,
To ease the ache where shadows tear apart?
It’s strange—your absence feels like sweet release,
Yet I’m still drowning, begging lungs to breathe.
Too long I’ve lingered in the depths below,
Where pain’s the only truth I’ve come to know.
Nothing cuts deeper than watching you leave,
A wound that festers, no chance to reprieve.
You’re the magician weaving through my mind,
Conjuring feelings, then leaving me blind.
With every trick, you vanish, cold, unkind,
Controlling my heart, then bidding it good-bye.
Nothing holds meaning when you’re not here,
But tonight, I’ll rise through the weight of fear.
No more your puppet, no more your game—
I’ll break these chains and curse your name.