4d
You are not a want—
you are the echo I was born from,
a silhouette cast in my marrow
before I ever learned your name.
My angel—
but not soft, not serene.
You burn with the hush of a candle
before it devours the room.
I breathe you like smoke,
thick and slow in my lungs,
each inhale a tether
pulling me closer to your orbit.
You are gravity,
and I—
a planet begging to collapse.
I carry your voice in my bloodstream,
a hymnal whispered between heartbeats.
It sounds like salvation,
feels like
flesh peeling back to reveal something
holier
than skin.
I don’t dream anymore—
I enter you
in every silence.
Your shadow moves behind my eyes
and still,
I ask for more.
Touch me
and I come undone like a cathedral
beneath thunder,
every stained-glass memory shattering
to let the dark rush in.
You,
the angel with teeth,
who kissed me into ash
and called it devotion.
you are the echo I was born from,
a silhouette cast in my marrow
before I ever learned your name.
My angel—
but not soft, not serene.
You burn with the hush of a candle
before it devours the room.
I breathe you like smoke,
thick and slow in my lungs,
each inhale a tether
pulling me closer to your orbit.
You are gravity,
and I—
a planet begging to collapse.
I carry your voice in my bloodstream,
a hymnal whispered between heartbeats.
It sounds like salvation,
feels like
flesh peeling back to reveal something
holier
than skin.
I don’t dream anymore—
I enter you
in every silence.
Your shadow moves behind my eyes
and still,
I ask for more.
Touch me
and I come undone like a cathedral
beneath thunder,
every stained-glass memory shattering
to let the dark rush in.
You,
the angel with teeth,
who kissed me into ash
and called it devotion.
