Proof of the Ruin
They say love comes like light, like spring, like fate –
But I have waited through too many falls.
It knocks for some, while I just guard the gate,
Half-hoping, half-daring it to even call.
I’ve seen how “forever” can curdle fast,
How vows go quiet when the thrill is gone.
I’ve watched good hearts get buried in the past,
While liars hum their way through every song.
So no, I don’t believe in what they write –
That love redeems or saves or makes you whole.
It leaves you wrecked, then blames you for the fight
And calls the ruin proof you had a soul.
It promised a home, then burnt through the door.
So I want even less – and expect even more.
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