We were never strangers —
from the first look, you stole my name from my lips
and hid it between the beats of your heart.
You knew my rules, I knew your storms,
and still, I threw every defense into the sea.
I swore you’d never taste betrayal from my mouth,
never feel the shadow of my absence,
never see my back walking away into the night.
But love is no saint.
Some nights you looked me in the eyes
and I swore I saw a perfect paradise—
but the seams were bleeding,
threads snapping under the weight of secrets.
I tried to believe you,
tried to be the man who’d never make you cry,
but my own hands were shaking from the lies I swallowed.
You were danger wrapped in silk,
a spark in the gasoline of my soul.
Every kiss was a loaded weapon,
every smile a trap that I still stepped into willingly.
You could hold my heart like glass in your palm—
and drop it—
and I would still thank you for the shatter.
They warned me you were the kind
who could turn devotion into a game,
the kind who walks away while the world burns behind her.
But I was already dancing on your wire,
bleeding from the cut of your words,
choking on the smoke of my own denial.
I wanted to be the promise I made—
never let you down, never desert you—
but I was waging wars inside my chest
while you were setting fire to the bridges I built.
I wished I could escape,
but you tasted like the last sin I’d ever commit.
I wished I could erase the truth,
make your heart believe I was whole—
but I was a bad liar,
and you were a beautiful truth I couldn’t keep.
You were every dream girl from Monroe to the myth of Aphrodite,
a goddess with a knife behind her back.
Men prayed at your feet without knowing
you only built altars to watch them burn.
And me—
I was fool enough to think I could hold you.
Still, if you called me tonight,
I would come running.
If you opened that door,
I’d step inside knowing the floor was about to give way.
Because the fire in your veins
was the only warmth I ever trusted,
even if it left me in ashes.
So here’s my vow, even now—
I will never give you up,
never stop craving the storm in your voice,
never stop loving you in the ruins.
You can keep the truth,
you can keep the lies—
just don’t take away the part of me
that still believes you were worth the fall.