
1.
I built you a home
inside the quiet spaces
of my lonely ribs.
2
Your hands- soft thunder,
breaking me, rebuilding me,
storm I call my own.
3.
Somewhere between love
and losing you, I became
a stranger to me.
4.
You let- but somehow,
you echo still lingers here,
haunting my silence.
5.
If love is a war,
then why do I still stand here,
begging for the fight?
6.
I stitched every wound,
wore my pain like golden ink,
and called it rebirth.
7.
Maybe one day, love,
we meet as softer version,
somewhere, whole again.
By- Psygenius
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