PRICELESS LIE
That money was never more than you. If you had asked, I would have handed you the universe, Wrapped in my love, Sealed with my trust. But you never wanted me— Just the weight of my wallet, Not the weight of my heart. You whispered love like a promise, But it was only a transaction. Why did you lie? Why did you take my love, Only to leave me with emptiness? You counted bills, While I counted the ways I was fooled. If love had a price, I paid it all— And still, it wasn’t enough. And at the end, You closed it so simply, Just one word—sorry. Was my heart made of stone? Unmoving, unbreaking, Unable to dry, unable to cry? Or had you drained me so completely that even pain had nothing left to hold?