I called at 3 AM, liquor on my breath

Beggin’ you to hurt me like you did before you left

Ami whispers “stop,” but I’m tearing up the floor

Cry for me, make it ugly, let the neighbors know the war

I want your guilt in gallons, I want mascara tracks

I want the sound of sorry choking through the cracks

Baby, crawl back screaming, make my mattress memorize

Every note of how you broke me—autotune the lies

Cry for me, make it vulgar, let the sirens harmonize

Tears and bass in sync, explicit when we vocalize

The flame burns cold in the hollow of night,

Where your name once whispered, now only wind bites.

Ashes of promise drift slow through the dark,

Each spark a memory that forgets how to spark.

I walk the line between grief and grace,

Tracing the ghost of your vanished face.

Though the fire is gone, the shadow remains—

A frostbitten love that still whispers your name.