In a realm where words form art’s embrace,
A dialogue dances, entwined with grace.
Two souls once entangled, now estranged,
Their voices echo in verses unchanged.

Ex-Boy: “I don’t want your heart,” he coldly cried,
A shard of bitterness concealed inside.
Ex-Girl’s eyes searched, her spirit aflame,
She questioned him softly, “Then, what’s your aim?”

Ex-Girl: “Tell me, what do you desire from me?”
A tremor in her voice, curious to see,
The truth that lurked in his twisted mind,
A story unraveled, secrets to find.

Ex-Boy: A wicked laugh escaped his lips,
A chilling sound, like shadows’ eclipse.
“What I want,” he sneered, dark intentions unfold,
“Is for you to suffer, just as I was once told.”

Ex-Girl: Bewildered, she pleaded, “Pray, explain,
The torment you seek, in this twisted game.”
Her heart still fragile, yet filled with might,
She yearned for answers, to fathom his plight.

Ex-Boy: “I want you,” he jeered, his laughter bitter,
“To crumble within, like shattered glimmer.
To be defiled mentally, by all things grim,
And watch your spirit wither, growing dim.”

Ex-Girl: Her eyes, resolute, met his haunting gaze,
She stood undeterred, amidst the murky haze.
“No longer your captive, no longer oppressed,
I choose strength and healing, to be my quest.”

Ex-Boy: His laughter faded, as her words found grace,
Her resilience a shield, in this sacred space.
Their connection severed, a tale now foregone,
She’d rise from ashes, like a phoenix at dawn.

In poetry’s realm, their dialogue resides,
A testament to wounds, love’s turbulent tides.
But she embraced strength, refusing to break,
And with each verse, her spirit would awake.