Rhythm of Fate -III -I Never Promised Wings-The betrayer speaks

 

She came to me like wildfire in spring,

Eyes full of questions, hands trembling to cling.

I never asked her to sever the ties—

But I didn’t stop her from chasing the lies.

She spoke of her past like a cage made of care,

Of a house too heavy with love and despair.

And I—like a coward dressed up as a flame—

Let her believe I was more than a name.

She moved like a shadow into my world,

Folding her hopes like letters, carefully curled.

I watched her burn bridges I never condemned,

Then told myself, “This isn’t my end to mend.”

But what does it cost to be someone’s escape?

To hold all their sorrow and mold it to shape?

Too much, I decided, when someone new came—

Someone less broken, someone less blame.

She saw the shift—the drifting, the cold—

And smiled like a child who’d just been told

That magic was fiction and trust was a game.

That love has no anchor, and I had no shame.

I won’t pretend I loved her whole—

I only ever filled a hole.

But guilt, like rust, still finds its way,

And sometimes I wake with things to say:

I didn’t break her—but I let her bend.

I wasn’t her future, just a means to an end.

She wanted a story with fire and flight—

But I was no hero. Just heat. Just night.

They say she’s a jailbird now—lost in the net,

Whispering vengeance, drowning in debt

Of trust unpaid and feelings betrayed...

And still, part of me wonders: Was I afraid?

Afraid to be loved by a soul so intense

That she tore down her past, scaled every fence?

Afraid to be needed more than I could give—

So I left her with silence, too hollow to live.

If she ever looks back, may she see this truth:

I never promised wings. I only offered youth.

But oh—what a price, for a moment so brief.

A girl became ash. And I? Just a thief.