You came like night—no warning sign,
With eyes that drank the soul from mine.
A voice like silk, a touch like flame,
And every breath whispered my name.
You loved me not with gentle hands,
But with the pull of sinking sands.
You carved your name beneath my skin,
A velvet sin I let begin.
Your kiss was wine, both sweet and cursed,
I drank too deep, I burned with thirst.
You made the pain feel like a prize,
A heaven wrapped in thorns and lies.
We danced through fire, kissed in the rain,
But love like ours was stitched with pain.
You held me close, then let me fall—
Yet I’d return, I craved it all.
For love like this was never pure,
It bled, it bound, yet felt so sure.
A twisted bliss, a sacred ache,
A chain I wore, too sweet to break.
Now shadows bloom where light once stayed,
But I don’t beg for night to fade.
You were the wound I chose to bear—
My dark, my ruin, my answered prayer
