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You didn’t want the surface— you dug into the break. Read my bones like scripture, loved what others forsake. You held the hurt like it was gold, kissed the bruises others told me to fold. If I bleed in your hands, if I break into bone— will you still stay? Will you still call it home?
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You didn’t love my skin— You loved the part that cracked The marrow where I hid What I never got back You found the ache and stayed Built a house in my scars You said pain makes people More beautiful by far You kissed my ribs like scripture Held the bruises like they sang Said I was most alive When everything else ran Love me to the marrow To the ache I never show Not the face I give the world But the wounds that never close Strip me down to silence Where no one else goes If I bleed in your hands Will you still call it home? You undressed my doubt Tasted every broken line Whispered through my damage Like it was holy wine I was glass and shadow You drank the light I lost Promised to be fire No matter what it cost You kissed my ribs like scripture Held the bruises like they sang Said I was most alive When everything else ran Love me to the marrow To the ache I never show Not the face I give the world But the wounds that never close Strip me down to silence Where no one else goes If I bleed in your hands Will you still call it home? I am the quietest scream The whisper of bone You read me like scripture And called me your own Love me to the marrow To the ache I never show If I bleed in your hands Will you still call it home?
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