He Said It Was She Said
He said it was she said, and she said it was him,The truth drowned silent in a bottle of gin.A love once gold, now rusted and dead,Buried in words they both never said.
She swore he had promised, he laughed in her face,He carved out her hope, left a void in its place.She screamed in the night, but the walls never cared,And silence applauded how well she despaired.
He said she was crazy, she said he was cruel,He played with her heart like a broken old tool.She built him a castle; he burned it for fun,Then claimed she had torched it and swore he was done.
The neighbors all whispered, the town had their bets,On which one would drown in a sea of regrets.She packed up her sorrow, he packed up his pride,Two ghosts in the mirror, both hollow inside.
He said it was she said, and she said it was fate,The love they once worshipped just rotting in state.And when they were nothing but whispers and dust,Their stories still argued—who shattered who first?