Good luck babe

She loved with fire. He left her with ice. Now she's coming back with a storm.

This is not a heartbreak story.
This is the story of a girl who cried, broke, shattered-and rebuilt herself sharper than the pain that made her.

He thought she would walk away quietly.
He thought her silence meant forgiveness.
He thought she'd always stay soft.

But he didn't know what was hidden inside her.

Now the world that was once pink has turned red-
with rage, with power, with rebirth.

This poem is a warning, a confession, and a declaration.
A journey from tears to fire, from weakness to revenge.
A reminder that when a woman rises after breaking-
she rises unstoppable.

Good luck, babe.
You're going to need it.