A Promise Shattered, A Heart Torn

We spoke of forever

as if it were ours to command,

built our lives with words

stronger than steel,

faster than fire.

But promises,

like towers of glass,

were never meant to stand

against the storms we ignored.

You told me

we were unstoppable,

that love was the anchor

that would keep us safe.

But you forgot,

anchors don’t work

when the ship begins to sink,

and love doesn’t stay

when trust is broken.

I believed in you,

believed in us,

as one believes in the sun

after a long, cold night.

You promised me warmth,

but instead, you left me

shivering beneath the weight

of your empty words.

We built castles on sand,

foolishly thinking

they would never fall.

But the tides of doubt

rose high

and swallowed everything

we once held sacred.

I asked for honesty,

but you gave me silence.

I asked for love,

but you gave me nothing

more than a shadow

of what we could have been.

And in that silence,

I heard everything

I never wanted to hear—

the crumbling of trust,

the breaking of faith,

the sound of a heart

splintering into pieces,

each one too sharp to hold.

But here I stand—

not broken, but reborn,

not lost,

but learning the contours

of my own strength.

I have picked up the fragments

of what you left behind

and built something new,

something stronger,

something that does not rely

on empty promises

but stands firm in the face

of what is real.

I will not be defined

by your absence,

by the emptiness you left.

I will rise,

even when the world

feels heavy with grief.

A promise shattered,

a heart torn—

but here,

I am not undone.

Here, I am

a story still being written,

a soul still unfolding,

a heart,

still beating.