I loved, I fell, I opened wide,

the fire was real, I won’t deny.

But what you gave was thrill, not trust,

a play of power, a feed of lust.

You spun your tales, you lit the fuse,

you fed on secrets, you chose to use.

And when the stakes came calling due,

you showed your hand—I saw what’s true.

Love protects—it does not burn.

Love stands firm, it will not turn.

I gave love; you gave control.

That truth I carve into my soul.

So hear me now, the verdict clear:

I end your ghost, I end it here.

What was real has run its course.

I cut the tie.

I drop the source.