Said that you loved me, a whisper so sweet,

Said that you loved me, a whisper so sweet, Like sunshine on clover, a gentle heartbeat. Words like soft petals, unfurling with grace, Painting a future, a loving embrace. Then came the ask, a pixel request, A picture you wanted, put to the test. A moment of pausing, a flicker of doubt, What did you really, truly care about? I sent what you asked for, a vulnerable share, Believing the words, the promise you bear. But silence descended, a chilling cold breeze, Leaving me standing beneath lonely trees. The sun that you promised, now hidden from sight, Swallowed by shadows, consumed by the night. The gentle heartbeat, a staccato drum, Wondering wildly, where did I go wrong? Why say you loved me, with such tender art, Then vanish completely, tear my world apart? The love that you offered, a shimmering lie, Reflecting a need I couldn't supply. Was it only my body, you yearned to possess? A fleeting desire, causing so much distress. The soul that I offered, ignored and unseen, Left broken and scattered, a desolate scene. These words, they still echo, a haunting refrain, "I love you," you whispered, then caused only pain. A love that was hollow, a shell without core, Leaving me wounded, and wanting no more. So now I stand taller, though scarred by the past, Learning to value a love that will last. A love that sees deeper, beyond skin and bone, A love that cherishes, and lets my soul roam. A whispered word, a painted sky, You said you loved me, way up high. My heart, a bird, began to sing, Believing in the joy you'd bring. "I love you," soft, a summer breeze, Rustling through the happy trees Inside my soul, a sudden bloom, Chasing away the winter gloom. Then came the ask, a different tone, A photograph, just me alone. A single click, a digital trace, A smile fixed on my weary face. The screen went dark, the message sent, And something inside, quietly rent. The vibrant hues began to fade, A hollow echo, now pervades. No answer came, no gentle word, The happy song was unheard. The painted sky, a canvas gray, The bird's sweet melody, gone away. The summer breeze turned cold and harsh, A bitter sting, a hidden marsh Of doubt and fear, beginning to rise, Reflecting sorrow in my eyes. Why whisper love, then only see The shell of skin, that isn't me? Why promise forever, in a breath, Then leave me trembling, close to death? Is love a word, so cheaply sold, A story carelessly unrolled? A fragile promise, quickly broken, A hollow vow, so lightly spoken? My heart still aches, a silent plea, Why say you loved, then abandon me? Was it my soul you longed to hold, Or just a picture, bought and sold? The silence screams, a deafening roar, You wanted something, and then no more. And in that absence, I understand, You loved my image, not the heart in hand.