You thought I’d beg, fall to my knees,
That heartbreak hit like some disease.
You walked away like I was dust—
But made one fatal flaw: your trust.

You trusted I would break and bend,
That love would leave me in the end.
But I don’t shatter, I ignite—
And burn much brighter out of spite.

You thought I’d drown, too weak to swim,
While you played king in castles grim.
But I rose fast, and here’s what’s true:
The ashes made a sharper you.

You found a doll, all gloss, no soul—
Just someone else to lose control.
You traded gold for glitter’s hue,
And every lie? It stuck to you.

Now I wear silence like a blade,
A quiet cut from dues unpaid.
No screams, no scenes—I let you stew,
While every win says jokes on you.

You scroll my life, pretend you don’t,
You want to reach, but know you won’t.
You lit the match—I struck it too.
Guess fire’s fun… ’til it burns through.

You lost the war, and I won’t gloat,
But watch your pride begin to choke.
You bet on me to break in two—
But look who’s laughing. Jokes on you.