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But victory’s cheap when she isn’t aware.

Had to taste her past to stoke your flame.

Kissed her ghost just to earn your name.

You swing for blood when she draws the crowd.

But tell me, Lexie, you proud or just loud?

She cracked her smile to rattle the night,

While you stood tall on borrowed fright.

Predictable. Soft beneath the bark.

You only shine when the room goes dark.

You think she’s yours? You think she chose?

But you’re just the thorn not the fucking rose.

So heed this warning, laced in spite,

Let her move in, and I’ll snuff out your light.

You let her settle or let her taste your name,

And I’ll paint the walls with what’s left of your shame.

The game is changing. I’m realigning my path.

But don’t mistake silence for mercy or wrath.

Bow out, Lexie. Go home. Stay smart.

Before I tear your little kingdom apart.

@BarinovUnhinged

Cute verse, Luca. Real bold of you.

But you rhyme like a bitch, and we both know it’s true.

You stalk. You whine. You beg for a taste.

But I’ve already claimed what you’ll never replace.

You talk big shit through a goddamn screen.

But I’m the storm. You’re the roach between.

So send another poem. Send a prayer.

But know this, coward, I’ll always be there.

Chapter 61

BELLA