You made me cry, a torrent untamed,
A flood of sorrow, with you to be blamed.
Each drop a shard, cutting my soul,
A wound so deep, it swallowed me whole.
But tears can dry, though scars remain,
And where there’s hurt, there follows disdain.
From the ashes of anguish, a fire is born,
A phoenix of fury, sharp and forlorn.
You played with my heart, now brace for the cost,
For the wrath you’ve unleashed won’t easily be lost.
Hope your shadows are deep, your refuge secure,
For my tempest is coming, relentless and pure.
The hands that once reached to comfort your fall
Now clench into fists, answering the call.
I gave you my love; you answered with pain—
Now you’ll face the storm of what you’ve profaned.
Tread lightly, my dear, for the road ahead,
Holds no shelter, no solace, no thread.
You made me cry, now take your last breath,
And pray you don’t wake the wrath I’ve kept.
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