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You said I was fire— grief made of bloom, a kiss full of splinters in a too-small room. We didn’t grow clean, but we grew in the ache. Even thorn-covered hearts still manage to break. You held my wreckage and never looked away. Even the broken deserve to be brave.
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You said I bloomed like a curse Beauty wrapped in barbed wire verse Every petal was pain Every touch left a stain You kissed me slow like confession And loved me in fragments and questions You said, “you’re not soft, you’re fire and grief” But I think you stayed ‘cause you’ve got thorns like me Thorns like me Cut when we hold But you touched my wreckage Like it was gold We bled through the bloom We never grew clean But you understood What bleeding could mean Thorns like me And still you stayed Even the broken Deserve to be brave You traced every crack in my spine Said, “scars like these are how we shine” We’re wilted, yes, but never dead We love like fire, then we beg for meds But your hands held my ruin Like a relic worth viewing You said, “you’re not soft, you’re fire and grief” But I think you stayed ‘cause you’ve got thorns like me Thorns like me Cut when we hold But you touched my wreckage Like it was gold We bled through the bloom We never grew clean But you understood What bleeding could mean Thorns like me And still you stayed Even the broken Deserve to be brave Don’t bring me flowers I’ve already bled I just need a hand To hold what’s left Thorns like me Cut when we hold But you touched my wreckage Like it was gold Thorns like me Still we remain Love isn’t clean But it still has a name
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