You wore the sky like a second skin

Bright eyes, sharp laugh, quiet sin

We met where the flowers grew through stone

Two shadows learning to call one place home

You kissed like secrets, soft and slow

And in that hush, the world let go

But your name turned bitter in his mouth

Like fire chased salt and spat it out

They said love wins,

But not this time —

Not in his house

Where silence walks and screams don’t count

We were light, but he pulled the fuse

Some men don’t break — they bruise and bruise

And call it truth

But it’s just fear in a Sunday suit

You wrote: He’s planning a cure for me

Like you were sick with melody

And when we met, your voice was tight

Like wind before the storm takes flight

They said love wins,

But not this time —

Not in his house

Where change gets buried under shame

Where your name was cursed like a blame

He prayed you'd bend

So he'd never have to break again

That day, we sat — bench in bloom

A moment soft, like a silken wound

He saw us there — the engine roared

And we both knew what he came for

Your cheek caught fire, his hands were war

I tried to stop him — hit the floor

You texted help, and dusk turned black

I followed smoke, I didn’t look back

That place, that ruin, that hollow sound

You in a chair — no angels around

He said, “This ends tonight, this lie”

You begged, he stared, then closed one eye

The shot — it sang like shattered glass

I moved — too slow, too late, too fast

They said love wins,

But not this time —

Not in his house

Where blood ran cold through sacred vows

Where father’s rage outshouted grace

And I saw death on your still face

He called it love

But it came with a gun

Now only echoes know your name

And I still sit beside that flame

They said love wins —

But not this time.

Not in his house.