Shredded Dreams 🥀

 

Every drop of love I gave you was poisoned by your indifference. 

I didn't ask for the stars, just a glimpse of sincerity in return for the love I poured out like blood. 

But every sacrifice, every tear, every shattered dream was met with contempt, like my love was a weight you'd rather not bear. 

I gave you my heart, raw and exposed, and you shredded it like paper. 

I didn't expect perfection, just a shred of honesty. But instead, I'm left gasping for air, wondering if love is supposed to feel like suffocation. 

Was my love too much, or were you just too gutless to handle its fire? 

People crave love, but they're repelled by its intensity. They feast on your heart, your soul, your everything, and when it gets real, they label it "too much" and abandon ship, leaving you to salvage the wreckage of a love that was never truly loved. 

I'm left with the splintered remains of my heart, baffled by how someone could beg for love, receive it, and still choose to discard it like trash. 

It's a savage truth: the ones who promise to hold you closest are often the ones who leave you bleeding out in the dark. 

Maybe one day you'll realize I didn't ask for too much – I just asked for the love you were too cowardly to give.