8/21/25

i held your name like sacred glass.

through storm and flame, i let it pass.

a friend, i thought, so true and near,

but shadows began to whisper the one thing i had feared.

you smiled with lips that wrapped a lie,

while i watched envy flicker in your eyes.

i saw it bloom, a twisted vine,

that i soon found out wanted everything that was mine.

you craved the glow i didn't feign,

mistook my joy as boast or a gain.

yet in your grin, something had cracked,

and it was a hidden dagger at my back.

you spilled my truth into a space where vultures feed.

for what? a moment's petty need.

i heard the words you said so sweet,

that i knew were cloaked with deceit.

and as i watch you bask in a smug disguise,

you'll never know how much i see in your eyes.

not regret or grace,

just hunger for my sacred place.

you want my spark, my fearless flame,

yet still dim yourself to curse my name.

but what you miss while you conspire,

is that light will fade if it always comes from borrowed fire.