When love turns blade, how does the heart go on bleeding?
Your kindness took my hand and held my gaze,
granting what my father would withhold.
Each night I drowned within your velvet storm,
where your love left me exiled to the cold.
Dragged through the dark when I starved your desire,
I fought the tempest of your violation.
Torn from myself, a ghost in your command;
your fevered wrath became my desecration.
I lost my breath beneath your crushing strength,
held in your vice, I learned to suffocate.
I felt love coil into a corpse of faith;
no one saw my spirit disintegrate.
Unripened flesh veiled bruised and broken bones;
a tender stroke that tore my soul apart.
Your cruel words hummed in cathedral tones,
and bewitched the ghosts that haunted my heart.
Death claimed the boy who once lit up the world—
a lamb devoured by shadows of the past.
Your repressive voice echoes through the years,
and silenced a heart too fierce to last.
—H, bled dry beneath his promise of affection
