In the quiet chambers of my heart,
where echoes of your laughter linger,
I have built a sanctuary,
a place adorned with the whispers of hope,
dreams spun on the fragile threads of love,
and yet, it seems, all that I’ve woven
is but dust dancing in the light of your indifference.

I hollowed out my spirit,
carved my essence into pieces,
and offered them to you,
each fragment—a piece of my soul,
a luminous shard meant to brighten your path;
but in your eyes, they hardly shimmered,
lost amidst the shadows of your desires,
where my sacrifices lay forgotten,
like autumn leaves swept away
by indifferent winds.

I believed in the promise of our forever,
planted my roots deep in the soil
of your unspoken need,
so deeply entwined that to pull away
would mean tearing apart my very being.
I thought I could be your sun,
the warmth that would radiate,
but the universe turned cold,
and I found myself eclipsed,
dimming, flickering,
to a mere afterthought,
a whisper lost in the cacophony
of your unending wants.

There was joy in the giving,
in the tender moments where I surrendered
pieces of my heartbeat
so you...