KALEIDO ZINE

Why are you so hell-bent on breaking me,
On making forgiveness feel like war?
Every time I turn to a softer page,
You scribble your darkness across it once more.

I tried to open the door just a crack,
Tried to pity you, to take you back,
But you stand there, stubborn and cold—
Why don’t you care? Why don’t you hold?

What is wrong with you, tell me, please?
Why can’t you see that I’m on my knees?
I gave you my best, my heart, my fight,
And in return, you turned off the light.

Eleven days—how quickly you moved,
Already a Snow White to dance in your groove.
But don’t you see? You’re no royal king,
You’re just a dwarf with nothing to bring.

I wanted you back, I’ll admit that truth,
But not like this, not in borrowed youth.
You’re not worthy of me, of love, of the past,
You’ve proven it now—this was never meant to last.

So take your crown, your lies, your throne,
I’ll walk away, and you’ll be alone.
Because the real tragedy here is you—
Not me, not love—but all you’ll undo.

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Saranya is an author based in Oman who has been crafting words since the age of twelve. First drawn to writing as a way to process heartbreak she discovered a gift for shape emotions into poetry and prose that resonates deeply to others.