His blow fell soft, like love’s deceit,
A kiss disguised in cruel repeat.
The bruise bloomed slow, a violet kiss,
A ghost of touch I dared not miss.
He held me close, then pulled away,
A pendulum of night and day.
He spoke in petals, struck in thorns,
Left warmth inside the coldest scorn.
He broke me gently, piece by piece,
Each crack a vow, a promise he wouldn't keep.
But love was fire I couldn't tame,
So still I stayed and took the flame.