"You, my little goddess—my ruin wrapped in silk— You, the roots beneath my feet, the only thing that holds me steady, And yet, the fire that devours me whole. Do you see what you've done to me?
I burn beneath your touch, Like wax melting slow, dripping between your fingers, Even as you cradle me now, pressing me into your warmth, Your chest rising, falling, stealing the pain from my bones.
Your fingers in my hair, your lips at my temple, Whispering prayers you don’t believe in, just to keep me here. Fighting me, loving me, ruining me in the same breath— How do you live inside me so completely?
Is this love, then? This madness that rips me apart and stitches me back together, Or is it something else—something crueler, Like a man thirsting for water in a world set on fire?
You are too much for me, my princess, Born from silk and sunlight, too perfect for this earth, Soft where I am jagged, light where I am dim, A crown untouched by dust, a dream I was never meant to keep— And still, you let me live in you.
I do.
I always have.
So let me sink into you, drown in you, stay right here— Buried in your arms, in your scent, in the way you hold me Like I am both your man and your burden, Like you could break without me, even as you try to put me back together."
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I've always believed there are moments in life when the universe conspires to humble you. Today, that lesson arrived in the form of a fractured arm, a hospital bed, and an entire crew gathered around me like they were attending my roast instead of a minor medical emergency.
Pain. White-hot, bone-deep, and nagging like a bad joke that wouldn't stop punching me in the gut. My arm was tucked into a sling, propped awkwardly against my chest.
To make matters worse, the damn sunflowers-the very reason I was in this situation-sat wilting in the corner. Rose's going to either laugh or cry when she sees them.
Probably laugh.Or worse, cry. God, I can't handle her crying.
I winced as the pain in my arm flared up again.
Sweetheart, you better appreciate these because I'm pretty sure I've sacrificed my dignity-and my arm-for your forgiveness.
Fantastic.
What a bloody legend.
"Mate, this is gold. Absolute gold." Cameron's voice, as usual, grated on my nerves. He stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his grin so wide it was a wonder his face didn't split in two. "You've got to admit, this is next-level simp behavior. Proper Romeo and Juliet shit, mate. Except, you know, Juliet's not gonna be too thrilled her Romeo's now got a broken wing."
