“Carve this into your bones—
I never strayed.
Not once.
No one—yours or mine—
ever touched what was mine to give.

I had every damn right to burn it down.
But I stayed gold—
pure, unbroken—
through the filth you dragged me in.

And now?
You’re obsessed—
sick with worry over who I am,
and who holds what you lost.

The joke’s on you—
I’m the ghost that haunts your every step.”