Had you ever really cared? For my feelings, For the love we shared? No— That just cannot be true. That you loved her While I loved you. You shattered every fragile shard Of my love for you, A gambling card. You said that you were all alone: You "needed me," "There was no her." But late at night, You cried to me - I never fought; you begged and pleaded. And in the light, You laughed with her, My love, your sadness - all a blur. Your tears - Yes, they belonged to me. A vessel for your self-pity. In the dark, you used me - Yes, it’s true. I became the mirror For your feelings—so few. In shadow, I was all you needed. Beneath the light, A mere allegiance. But you— You never really cared. Only left me broken, Confused, And scared. And now, in the end, I can no longer share my heart. - quiet_pages