Anonymous 1m 282 #brokenheart
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In the theater of love, a tragic scene unfurls, A poignant tale of a shattered world. I, the playwright, scripted pain and strife, As I broke your heart, dismantling our life.
Once, we danced in the moonlit glow, Two souls entwined in a tender flow. But I, the actor, played a callous part, Breaking your heart, a master of the dark art.
The stage was set with promises untold, Yet, my words were empty, a tale grown cold. In the echo of goodbye, a symphony of tears, I saw the wreckage of our love, my greatest fears.
Your eyes, once stars, now dimmed and worn, A love that faded, a rose left thorned. I wore the mask of regret, a heavy disguise, As I realized the cost of love’s demise.
In the ruins of affection, echoes of a sigh, A requiem for love, a mournful lullaby. I shattered dreams with a careless hand, Leaving fragments of love like grains of sand.
Regret, a shadow, haunted every step, A ghost of what was, a love inept. I broke your heart, my own heart breaking too, As I learned the pain of bidding love adieu.
In the aftermath, a silence profound, The wreckage of love scattered around. I see the pieces of what used to be, A poignant reminder of love’s tragedy.
Oh, how I wish to turn back the clock, Rewrite the script, undo the shock. But time moves forward, a relentless stream, Leaving me with the remnants of a shattered dream.
In the tapestry of heartbreak, a lesson learned, A story of love, twisted and turned. I broke your heart, and mine shattered apart, A tragic masterpiece, the breaking of a heart.