Marsh
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You came like midnight dressed in red,
A dangerous thought inside my head;
Not like the dawn that softly gleams,
But like the shadow haunting dreams.
You were the storm I couldn't flee,
The sweetest kind of misery;
A rose that bloomed beneath the moon,
A beautiful and fatal tune.
Your eyes were two forbidden skies,
Where every truth learned how to lie;
I looked once—and lost my way,
And somehow begged the dark to stay.
You were the flame, I was the moth,
Knowing the fire would cost me both;
Still, every warning, every sign,
Only made your darkness feel like mine.
Your silence sounded like a prayer,
Your absence lingered everywhere;
And every breath the night would take
Felt like a promise you would break.
You were the poison in my wine,
Yet somehow made the poison divine;
A velvet knife, a silver scar,
The closest thing to heaven by far.
If love is war, then let me bleed,
If love is sin, then let me plead;
For I would rather burn in your flame
Than live untouched, without your name.
You were the moon beneath my skin,
The secret place where fears begin;
A whispered curse upon my soul,
The missing half that made me whole.
Your touch was thunder without sound,
A gravity that pulled me down;
And though I knew I should retreat,
My heart kept running to defeat.
You wore your darkness like a crown,
And somehow mine came falling down;
For every scar you tried to hide
Made me want to stand beside.
You were the night, I was the rain,
Two broken things that loved the same;
You fell like shadows through my chest,
And made my chaos feel like rest.
I loved the danger in your gaze,
The quiet fire, the crimson haze;
The way your presence filled the room,
Like roses blooming near a tomb.
You were the lock, I was the key,
Yet neither knew what we would be;
A secret written underneath,
A love with fangs and velvet teeth.
And if tomorrow calls you away,
I'll curse the coming of the day;
For daylight makes the shadows flee,
And I prefer the dark with thee.
Let angels keep their golden skies,
Give me the darkness in your eyes;
Let saints have peace, let sinners pray—
I'd choose your storm at end of day.
For you are not my gentle cure,
You are the wound I want to endure;
Not my salvation, not my light,
But the reason I adore the night.
You are the chapter I can't close,
The thorn beneath the velvet rose;
The sweetest ache my heart has known,
The kingdom where I lose my throne.
If loving you is being lost,
Then let me pay whatever cost;
If loving you means walking blind,
I'll follow where your shadows wind.
Because attraction is not always bright,
Sometimes it grows in the teeth of night;
Sometimes two souls don't meet by chance—
They collide like storms in a fatal dance.
And you—
you were never merely beautiful.
You were beautiful like a blade,
Like moonlight trembling on a grave,
Like thunder sleeping in the sea,
Like something forbidden meant for me.
I did not fall for you like rain;
I fell like kingdoms fall to flame.
Slow at first, then all at once,
A prisoner to your dark romance.
Your name became my favorite sin,
A door I always wanted in;
And every time I swore I'd leave,
Your memory taught my heart to grieve.
So let the world call us insane,
Let them call this love a chain;
They'll never know what we have found—
A little heaven underground.
And if our love must have a name,
Call it desire dressed as flame;
Call it obsession, call it fate,
Call it the madness I won't hate.
For some are born to chase the light,
Some are made to worship night;
And somewhere between wrong and right,
I found your soul—and lost mine tonight.
So stay, my storm, my velvet flame,
My sweetest wound, my darkest name;
For if this love is doomed to fall,
I'd rather fall with you than crawl.
And when the final stars grow dim,
When night forgets the world and him,
When every rose has lost its hue,
I'll still remember loving you.
Not as a flower that gently grew,
But as a fire that tore me through;
Not as a dream that faded slow,
But as the darkest love I'll ever know.
For you were the night I couldn't fight,
The wrong that somehow felt so right;
The beautiful ruin I chose to pursue—
And every broken piece
still whispered you.