How dare you? You barge into

My sacred space, my beating heart, and with glances,

mercilessly slay it all.

Your presence, a storm ravaging,

leaves ruins of my sanctuary in its wake.

The echoes of your intrusion resonate,

a haunting melody of shattered dreams and misplaced trust.

In the hallowed halls of my emotions,

you dance with indifference,

trampling the delicate petals of my vulnerability.

Each step was a stomp on fragments of hope

that once bloomed within me.

You vandalized every inch of my being

and molded me so profoundly that I scarcely recognize

my reflection now. So I am asking you?

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How dare you make me forget “me”?

How dare you enter my life, change

me, then leave me out to dry?

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"How could you

Make a mess of me and then leave,

Leaving me dry, dead on the floor,

Expecting me to piece myself back together once more?"

"How dare you claim the wreckage as your art,

Leaving me amidst the scattered debris of my heart?

Yet, from these ruins, I shall fashion anew,

A 'me' stronger and wiser without a trace of you."

Yet here I stand, amid the wreckage you've sown,

Gathering strength from the shards you've thrown.

I'll rebuild, I'll rise, I'll mend what you tore,

For within me lies the strength to restore.