You always looked your best

Right before you left

With tears I thought you meant

But never really wept

You fixed your hair before the fight

Made sure the light hit you just right

Said the cruelest thing with a tilted smile

Like pain was worth your style

You broke me like it was a show

Each exit better than the one before

I watched you go like it was art

Thought maybe that's how love should start

I kept calling it passion

When it was just habit

Mistook your cold for depth

And your silence for magic

You were pretty when you broke me

Dressed the wounds so perfectly

Told me I was hard to hold

While holding me just tight enough to fold

I called it love, like a fool does

But it was just the way you leave in blush

You kissed like you were finishing a line

Like I was just a moment in your rhyme

But I wrote you into every page

Even the parts you never gave

And I stood there, glass in hand

Applauding every time you'd land

Another cut dressed up as grace

Another lie I chose to chase

I kept telling my friends

"It’s just how love bends"

But deep down I knew

You liked how I bruised for you

You were pretty when you broke me

Soft voice, but sharp poetry

Told me pain was part of truth

While hiding your calm behind my youth

I called it love, and meant it blind

But it was just your way to stay refined

You're probably still stunning when you leave

Still perfect in the way you grieve

But I’ve stopped calling that beauty

Now I just call it... cruelty