The things I could do to you…

The things I could do to you—
you have no idea.

I could love you like ruin.
Like a god with blood on her mouth
and mercy in her hands.
I could worship you
until your bones forget
they ever stood for anything else.

I could tear the breath from your lungs
with nothing but a glance.
Make you crave the very storm
you once ran from.
You’d beg for the thunder.
I’d smile as I gave it to you.

You think you know longing.
You’ve never seen it weaponized.

I could hollow you out with hunger,
fill you with fire,
and still leave you asking
if it was love.

I would touch you
like prophecy—
slow, deliberate,
inevitable.
Like the moon pulling the tide,
like a hand around your throat
that doesn’t squeeze—
just reminds you
who’s in control.

I could make you beautiful
just by breaking you open.
Shatter you
with sweetness.
Thread my name
through your pulse
and make it sting.

Don’t mistake softness for safety.
My love devours.
It claws.
It howls.
And when it finds you,
you will not walk away
untouched.
You will not walk away
at all.

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