Needless Things: Painful Illumination

I wrote your name in midnight’s air, Across the screen, a lover’s prayer, Each pixel burned with soft deceit, A digital heart, too quick to beat.

Your voice, a balm on lonely nights, Spoke silver dreams and future flights, You traced our fate in woven lies, While shadows danced behind your eyes.

You said, “Just one more little loan, To keep us strong, to build our home.” And like a fool, I bled my soul Each dollar torn, each promise stole.

I stitched your name into my skin, Not knowing what you hid within. Your "I love you"s were sharpened blades That carved me down in slow cascades.

While I starved to feed your golden taste, You raised a glass to love laid waste. And every call, each sweet "my dear," Was forged in greed, not love or fear.

Months passed like ghosts through rusted wire, Until the truth set me on fire: Another name, another game Another heart you set to flame.

The photos blurred, the contact died, Your final message: "Sorry. Bye." No answers came, no trace, no end— Just hollow air where once was friend.

But still, I sit and curse my trust, My love turned ash, my faith to dust. And what remains? This bitter grace: To learn the mask behind your face.

So here I stand, alone, undone A war I lost, a fraud you won. Yet in this dark, I see so clear The light was pain. The love? Insincere. NNN