Starved of Heaven

You stood there like you owned the night

Like the stars were just things you ignite

Your shadow stretched across my feet

Like even darkness knew to retreat

You call me reckless. Call me flame.

But you’re the one who shakes at my name.

Your jaw locks tight, your pulse betrays

The wildfire running through your veins.

I see the smoke under your skin

Don’t pretend you don’t feel it begin.

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You push me back, I push you harder

Two sharp edges getting darker

If fate tied us with silver thread

I’d rather bleed than be misled.

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We were born to burn, not to bow

Born with battle in us now

You say I’m poison on your tongue

But you don’t spit — you let it run

This isn’t love. It’s teeth. It’s fight.

It’s sparks exploding out of spite

Call it curse. Call it sin.

Call it where the wars begin.

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You walk away but leave your heat

Like fire tracing where you’ve been

Your fingerprints still mark my skin

Like losing you would be a sin.

You say I don’t own your flame

But it answers every time I say your name.

You breathe like you’re daring me

To cross the line you set for me.

I don’t kneel. I don’t chase.

But I memorize your face.

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Say you hate me — say it loud

But your pulse is screaming now

You’d burn kingdoms to stay free

But you still look back at me.

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We were born to burn — and we do

Every bridge that leads to you

You say I’m chaos in your chest

But I’m the only thing that lets you rest

This isn’t fate — it’s gravity

Dragging you down to me

If loving you destroys my throne

I’ll let it fall — just don’t let go.

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Her:

You don’t get to claim me.

Him:

Then stop reacting when I touch you.

Her:

You don’t own my fire.

Him (low):

No. But it answers to mine.

Her (barely steady):

You’re the only fight I’m scared to win.

Him (cracking):

I’ve never feared anything… until you.

(Silence. Breath.)

Both (soft, deadly):

If this is ruin, let it begin.

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We were born to burn — and we did

Every wall and every bridge

If the stars chained us in the sky

We’ll rip them down before we die

Call it cursed. Call it right.

Call it love we’d never fight.

Heaven starved us of its light

So we found each other in the night.

You and me — no return.

Not saved.

Just burned.