I Loved You Like a Poem, Now I Write You Like a Curse 🖤🕯️
I Loved You Like a Poem, Now I Write You Like a Curse 🖤🕯️ This isn’t a breakup poem. This is a funeral . And you’re not even dead. Just absent, like you always were. Just silent, like all your apologies. Just another ghost I taught myself to stop fearing because your haunt was louder than your heart ever was. You didn’t break me—you bent me, backward, into someone I didn’t recognize unless I was crying. You made me a villain in your version of the story, and I almost believed you. Almost. Until I realized your love had conditions printed in fine ink only I was supposed to bleed for. You said “forever” like it was a dare. You said “I care” like it was a spell—pretty, empty, and gone the moment the lights came back on. I hope you see me in everything that burns. I hope your next muse bites back. I hope every song that used to be ours rots on your playlist, sour and stuck in your throat. You never deserved the poems. But I’ll give you one more anyway. Not for you. For me —to bu...