You are the enchantment wrapped in my bones,
consuming my veins, my soul—
a curse that lies within the bottom of me,
for as long as time breathes.
It is madness,
like a disease rising in my flame,
like a soul that aches,
yet refuses to surrender itself.
For as long as I remember,
my love for you remains untouched,
trapped where time cannot reach—
It is almost an obsession,
an obsession I was never meant to escape.
I drown in it,
I rot in it,
only to be forever etched into me.
I cannot tell if I love it, or if it consumes me,
but I choose to let it devour me entirely.
You asked me, “Why me?”
Your tempestuous, shattering voice calls me, unrelenting.
The question burns within me—
Why I am so bound to you,
Why your shadow lives within me,
Why I am so selfish for you.
All of those things within you,
and yet I ache to carve your initials into my flesh.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
You are the enchantment wrapped in my bones,
consuming my veins, my soul—
a curse that lies within the bottom of me,
for as long as time breathes.
It is madness,
like a disease rising in my flame,
like a soul that aches,
yet refuses to surrender itself.
For as long as I remember,
my love for you remains untouched,
trapped where time cannot reach—
It is almost an obsession,
an obsession I was never meant to escape.
I drown in it,
I rot in it,
only to be forever etched into me.
I cannot tell if I love it, or if it consumes me,
but I choose to let it devour me entirely.
You asked me, “Why me?”
Your tempestuous, shattering voice calls me, unrelenting.
The question burns within me—
Why I am so bound to you,
Why your shadow lives within me,
Why I am so selfish for you.
All of those things within you,
and yet I ache to carve your initials into my flesh.
