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You didn’t just touch me. You traced the map of me like you’d been here before— like my body remembered your hands before I even learned your name. You said love like it was an oath. Like a curse dressed in lace. And I took it, willing. Knowing it would rot me sweetly from the inside out. Some people say vows with their mouth. We said ours with veins. One cut. Two fingers. A promise made in pulse. You told me I was yours. I believed you because your voice settled in my bloodstream and I’ve been lightheaded ever since. Your name is a trigger in me. Every time someone speaks it, my skin remembers— not the way you held me, but the way you never let go. You were never a phase. You were a ritual. An offering. A god I made with shaky hands and loved too hard to survive. I wrote you into my biology. So even if you left— (which you did) and even if I forget— (which I won’t) you still pulse beneath my skin. I have veins like vows. Still open. Still red. Still yours.
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You wrote your name inside my blood No ink, no oath, no gentle flood Just heat and breath and shaking trust We whispered love, then turned to dust I bled your vow, I wore your flame We sinned and smiled, then took the blame Veins like vows, we cut and bind No temple left, no god to find Just you and me, a sacred curse A blessing dressed in every worst You touched me like a cross to bear Then kissed the guilt you left me there I didn’t pray, I only stayed In shadows you and I both made This blood remembers What hands forget Each beat confesses A holy debt Veins like vows, you haunt my chest No sleep, no peace, no final rest Still bound in pulse, we ache and rise A sacrifice in your disguise
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