I want you…

I trace the void you never filled, drink the ache you never killed. You bloom like rot beneath my skin, a prayer, a sin, I breathe you in.

You haunt the hush between my thoughts, a shadow sewn in tangled knots. My spine remembers every ghost— but yours, it lingers far too close.

I burn in places no fire tames, each scar a whisper shaped like flames. You’re the wound I press to feel alive, the reason soft things don’t survive.

I speak in silence, bite my tongue, where every word begins unsung. But still—I chase what breaks me more, a lockless gate, a closing door.

Each breath I steal tastes like your name— sweet with sin, and sharp with blame. And if I’m damned for needing this… then let me rot inside your kiss.