The Ink Beneath

I carved your name where the heartbeat hides,

In the quiet part of me where the hurt resides.

Yeah, look—

I was a closed book, every page like a ghost hook,

Heavy with the pain but you read me with one look.

You saw the fault lines, tremors in my pulse rate,

Loved me through the breakdowns, dared to touch the earthquake.

I was venom in a vial, bitterness in full bloom,

You were like a hymn sung softly in a dark room.

Your voice—like a candle in a lung full of ash,

Lit a little hope in the places that I keep smashed.

I never knew love, just battles and war drums,

Till you pressed your hand on my chest and felt the storm numb.

Now I breathe different, softer in your gravity,

Like even my demons go quiet when you're holding me.

If love is a wound, then let it bleed slow,

I’ll drown in the flood just to feel you flow.

You’re the ink beneath my veins, the hymn inside the rage,

The calm within the chaos when my thoughts become a cage.

If every breath’s a battle, then your name’s my battle cry,

I’ll love you like a promise carved in sky.

Listen—

I was cold-blooded, armor like a steel verse,

Heart like a locked door, soul full of reverb.

But you were that one line written in a new key,

Suddenly the monster in the mirror didn’t move me.

You saw the cracks where I buried my confessions,

Tasted all the venom and still called it affection.

You turned my breakdown into something like devotion,

A prayer in the static, a pulse in the ocean.

Now I’m breathing syllables soaked in your grace,

Even my shadows feel different when they look at your face.

If love is a cathedral built out of doubt,

Then you’re the stained glass I bleed through when I’m burning out.

If love is a wound, then let it bleed slow,

I’ll drown in the flood just to feel you flow.

You’re the ink beneath my veins, the hymn inside the rage,

The calm within the chaos when my thoughts become a cage.

If every breath’s a battle, then your name’s my battle cry,

I’ll love you like a promise carved in sky.

Let me fracture in your hands, let me break just to believe,

If destruction is our language, let me speak it when I breathe.

Carve your echo in my bones, let the world fall out of tune,

‘Cause I’d rather burn with you than heal alone too soon.

You’re the ink beneath my veins, the hymn inside the rage,

The quiet in the riot when my fears become a cage.

And if my soul goes dark, let your light be the reason why—

I’ll love you like a promise carved in sky.