He watched the world with restless gaze,

A maze of wants, a burning haze.

A man who loved what wasn’t his—

And broke the things he longed to kiss.

He smiled like he could wear my skin,

And taste the life he couldn’t win.

He held me tight, but not for me—

I was the proof he couldn’t be.

His heart was glass, cut into shape,

By every dream he couldn’t take.

He kissed like conquest, not like care—

Like love was war and never fair.

But envy is a lonely flame—

It feeds on doubt and dies in shame.

And when he saw himself through mine,

He gave me truth—no need to shine.