In the quiet corners of my tortured mind,
I see her laughing, leaving me behind.
His voice, a whisper where trust used to sleep,
in shadows cast, I’ve fallen too deep.
Scouring messages, hunting for signs,
in timestamps and texts, reading between the lines.
Reflections caught in the glow of her phone,
searching for faces, always feeling alone.
I’ve built cases on dreams she’s never dreamed,
accused her of echoes in whispers I’ve schemed.
Every laugh shared that I can’t decode,
turns my heart’s sanctuary into a foreboding road.
Obsessive shadows, jealousy’s creed,
invasive thoughts that endlessly breed.
I zoom in on pictures, looking for proof,
in the mirrors of my fears, distorting the truth.
I’ve accused her of fantasies, cried in despair,
finding her innocent, trapped in my own snare.
I’m haunted by laughter not meant for my ears,
tormented by love morphing into fears.
She proves me wrong, through the noise I’ve composed,
still I’m chained to the shadows, my mind predisposed.
She stands in the light, proving me wrong,
yet I’m lost, a prisoner to the doubts so strong.
Can I escape these binds, let go of the night?
Or will I forever chase shadows, away from the light?