You were the darkness I craved, a shadow I chased with blind eyes. In the silence of your touch, I heard the truth disguised. I begged you to break me, to tear me apart, because I knew, in the end, I’d never escape your heart. You left your mark on me, a scar I’ll always wear. Love isn’t soft or kind, but I’ll love you, even when it’s rare. And if I’m the wreckage you made, then let me stay lost in your flames.