♱ 𝕭𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖓 ♱

Now the galaxy we built is collapsing apart, Every star turns into dust, every beat of my heart. Your light became a black hole, pulling all of me through, And I'm fading in the darkness still revolving around you.

I thought time would bring you back when the night disappeared, But the truth hit like a comet you were already gone, dear. Now I'm drifting through the void with no place to belong, 'Cause my sun didn't stop shining... it stopped existing all along.

So goodbye, my fallen star, wherever you may fly, I'm still searching for your light in a cold and empty sky. 🖤🌙✨

We were dying slow together, but nobody let it show.

You held me like forever while letting go again,

Then you called me “junkie” like my veins were full of pain,

While you smoke your green and disappear again.

You said I talk to others, like I’m the one to blame,

But your only words were blades screaming out my name.

You hate what I became, but you made me like this,

Every “I love you” felt like a broken fist.

You blame me for wandering streets with needles on the floor,

While you poked holes in my soul saying that’s what love is for.

Had me fucked up in the head, now my heart stay cold,

Talkin’ like I’m the villain while your lies got old.

You kept throwing dirt on my name just to cover your sins,

Now you mad I move numb and don’t let nobody in.

All that fake-ass love turned my nights pitch black,

You broke me first, now you hate the way I act.

Funny, I forgave bruises every night I cried.

Broke my trust, broke my bones, still stayed by your side,

You threw me away then got shocked I survived.

You blame me for the nights I fell in someone else’s sheets,

But your voice cut deeper every time you screamed at me.

Made me feel worthless every single fight,

Now you hate the fact I finally left your side.

While you getting revenge between somebody else’s thighs,

My mouth won’t open up to scream your name another night.

You burned me down slow then got surprised by the fire,

Now your ghost just sounds like static in my mind.

You called me poison, blamed the smoke inside my lungs,

While your green filled every room every night you came undone.

I could’ve replaced you, had a million ways to cope,

Still carried your shadow like a noose around my throat.

While you getting revenge between somebody else’s thighs,

My mouth won’t open up to scream your name another night.

You burned me down slow then got surprised by the fire,

Now your ghost just sounds like static in my mind.

quiet, familiar,

like something my body recognizes

before my mind does.

I breathe you in without thinking

too deep,

too easily

and only then I realize

your scent works like a drug.

Slow.

Dangerous.

Pulling me under

while I let it happen.

That last kiss still returns the same

the rush,

the fall,

I swore I could live without.

I say I want you gone.

I almost believe it.

But my body still leans toward you,

still aches for the high

only you ever were.

I walk away

steady for a moment

and still crave

We broke because we didn’t know

how to hold ourselves

without holding each other too tight.

I couldn’t set boundaries for myself,

so I leaned on yours to survive.

You tried to protect what you had built,

and in fear, you tried to draw the lines for me.

Neither of us was wrong.

We were just learning the same lesson

from opposite sides.

You were learning how to keep your limits

without crossing into mine.

I was learning how to build my own

so I wouldn’t lose myself inside love.

Our small world collapsed

not from lack of care,

but from the absence of understanding

what boundaries truly are.

Maybe one day,

with softer hands and clearer lines,

this small society we dreamed of

could have learned how to breathe.

Because boundaries were never walls.

They were always the way

where, once, there was only emptiness

and the other hears not rejection,

but the quiet voice of understanding.

Yet no boundary can stand in a relationship

that has not first been drawn within oneself.

Without knowing where you begin and end,

without guarding your own needs,

harmony with another is impossible.

Societies build rules for the same reason:

not because all is well,

but because when foundations crack,

structure becomes necessary to survive.

Boundaries arise not from distance,

but from imbalance.

They appear where connection falters,

where trust and understanding cannot fully sustain.

When the self is anchored,

boundaries float almost invisible,

gentle lines that protect and define.

When the foundation trembles,

they become essential

not to confine,

but to preserve what remains,