Hazel 3245 :
If you ask me if I miss her, I’ll confess,
For her, I’d march through fire, through war, through endless stress.
Yet she will never know this silent truth,
For when we met, my soul was torn, my heart aloof.
I’d battle kingdoms, shatter every throne,
But carried ruins deep within my bones.
She met the man still standing on his feet,
Not the shattered world that lay beneath.
So if you ask me if I miss her still,
I’ll say I’d bend the world against its will
But she will never read these lines I write,
Because I broke long before our stars aligned.
2026-01-29 21:18:20