
They said I disappeared
like a body lost in the tide
wrong place, wrong time, wrong boy
buried me alive
But the dark has a way of teaching
what the light never could
Like how silence sharpens teeth
and how to make it look good
I counted every heartbeat
like coins I couldn’t spend
till I found a map in the madness
and the making of an end
Now I dress in velvet shadows
A new name stitched in gold
you built a cage around me once
now I’m the story told
I found more than just a fortune
in that cold, forgotten place
I found the kind of anger
that rewrites a face
They say dig two graves, darling
if you’re hunting for revenge
but I’ve been dead before you
this is just where I begin
I don’t need your mercy
I don’t need the truth
you buried me a victim
I came back as proof
There’s a fire in the diamonds
there’s a pulse beneath the sea
you took everything I was
now look what you made me be
No body, no witness
no mercy, no crime
just a ledger in my head
and I’m balancing the lines
So go ahead and pray for me
say I’ve lost my way
but I found a crown in exile
and I’m wearing it today
They say dig two graves, darling
make the second one your own
but I climbed out of the first one
just to claim what I’m owed
And if I fade when it’s over
if there’s nothing left of me—
just know I chose the ending
when you chose to bury me
About the Creator
Brie Boleyn
I write about love like I’ve never been hurt—and heartbreak like I’ll never love again. Poems for the romantics, the wrecked, and everyone rereading old messages.



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