Drown Me in Your Fire

Whisper your fears to me—

not like secrets, but like curses set loose in the dead of night.

Tell me the exact second your heart cracked open—

when the dark spilled in and swallowed your breath whole,

did you even realize you were bleeding from invisible wounds?

I don’t want your surface—

I want the raw, bleeding core,

the jagged edges you hide behind your eyes.

I want to crawl inside the storm you’ve built

and drown in every shattering scream you’ve swallowed.

And it torments me—

I’m haunted by dreams where you’re lost in another’s arms,

pressing your lips to someone who isn’t me,

mimicking the way I used to taste your fire—

slow, brutal, sacred—

Would you do it again?

Would you give away the part of you I bled to keep?

I’m a tempest too—

a wild child with jagged claws and broken prayers,

a scream that cracks the night open,

then a flood that threatens to drown everything in its wake.

But you—

you said you’d drink the poison from my veins,

drain every last drop of the chaos I bleed out,

like you were born to fix what’s been shattered inside me.

So kiss me—

not gentle, not kind—

kiss me like a reckoning,

like the last breath I take depends on the fire you breathe down my throat.

Still, the nightmare claws beneath my skin—

I can’t stop dreaming of you,

but in those dreams you are someone else’s fever,

someone else’s salvation,

and I’m left burning in the ashes of what we lost.

Would you do it again?

Would you watch me burn

while you set another soul on fire?

Ahhh…

This isn’t love.

It’s a savage fever,

a beautiful destruction I crave—

to be torn apart and rebuilt in the flames of your desire,

to feel every scar you leave,

etched like a prayer in the hollow of my heart.

So stay—

stay wild, stay dangerous,

stay the fire I can never escape.