Stab me a hundred times,
and look at me with those eyes.
The pain would fade away,
replaced by your gaze.
Wounds given by you
would convey a pleasure
that no one could convey
with all their devotion.
And the verses of those stares
I kept reading,
tangled like a galaxy—
stars aligned, but emotions messy.
I find peace in your stab,
and my life in those eyes.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 9:07 AM UTC
Stab me a hundred times,
and look at me with those eyes.
The pain would fade away,
replaced by your gaze.
Wounds given by you
would convey a pleasure
that no one could convey
with all their devotion.
And the verses of those stares
I kept reading,
tangled like a galaxy—
stars aligned, but emotions messy.
I find peace in your stab,
and my life in those eyes.