I sought out love in places dim and loud,
Where flattery wore masks and hearts were thin,
Each promise dressed in charm, deceit, and shroud,
A game I played, too eager just to win.
I danced through years on stages built of lies,
Mistook attention for a tender vow,
Ignored the quiet warnings in their eyes,
And gave away what none would cherish now.
The mirror shows a face both wise and worn,
A youth spent chasing ghosts in crowded rooms.
No hand to hold, no rose without its thorn,
Just lessons bloomed from long-forgotten tombs.
Yet still I stand—alone, but not unmade.
Love lost its crown, but I kept mine unswayed.
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Lizz Chambers
Hunny is a storyteller, activist, and HR strategist whose writing explores ageism, legacy, resilience, and the truths hidden beneath everyday routines. Her work blends humor, vulnerability, and insight,
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