I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.

I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.

I find revenge in quiet ways
for every man before.
I hurt the ones who try to stay,
then hurt them just a little more.

They walk in, full of light—
but I become the storm.
I snuff it out before it shines,
then leave them cold and worn.

I crave the touch, the steady hum
of someone holding me.
But when they try to tie me close,
I burn the whole thing clean.

I’ll tear you up to feel a spark,
make you pay for what I’ve stored.
You pour your heart on broken stone,
I watch it crack—then walk away, bored.

I used to want love more than breath—
now I can’t even breathe.
Feel nothing when they choose to stay,
and less when they just leave.

I push and push until they break.
And when they do, I still feel nothing.

I said, “this is who I am now.”
Sharp edges. Cold hands. No promises.
But sometimes I miss the girl
who let herself want.
The one who hoped.
The one who felt.

I don't know who I’ve become—
she’s gone, and I can’t get back.
So I’ll hurt you just to feel something—

because feeling nothing
is the only thing
I still know how to fight for.

And I’ll keep doing it—
until I tear it all apart,
until I’ve pushed you out for good,
until I’m back at the start.

I've lost myself.

I can't move on.