I saw you first through rose-tinted glass,
A figure of grace, a glow unsurpassed.
Your voice was a song, a comforting tone,
A melody promising I’d never be alone.

In your shadow, I built my dreams,
A tower of hope where sunlight streams.
Each brick laid firm with trust and care,
Believing in you, unaware.

You were my compass, my guiding star,
A light that glittered from afar.
I followed, blind to the cracks below,
Blind to the truths you didn’t show.

But illusions are fragile, their foundations weak,
The cracks appeared, and the light grew bleak.
A careless word, a subtle slight,
Tiny splinters in my perfect sight.

And then it came, the fatal blow,
A moment that made the truth overflow.
A gesture, a lie, so sharp and cold,
It shattered the story I’d been sold.

The pedestal crumbled beneath your feet,
Revealing the flaws you’d tried to secrete.
The mask you wore, so artfully made,
Split open wide, your secrets displayed.

The laughter I loved turned hollow and cruel,
The wisdom I...