O darling, don’t trust the light in my eyes,
It’s borrowed from stars that already died.
I’m stitched with secrets, laced in disguise,
A smile that cuts, a touch that lies.
They call me double-faced, and maybe they’re right,
I bloom in silence and burn in night.
Come too close and you’ll taste the ash,
This heart turns soft things into crash.
I’m the warning you ignored in red,
A halo cracked, a crown of dread.
Demons don’t growl, love—they hum,
Inside my chest where feelings go numb.
So run, sweet thing, before you see
The monster I keep beneath my plea.
I’m not your savior, I’m your test—
The storm that loves but loves in jest.
