Forged in the Fire

Sir,

You are the darkness I dive into, the hunger tearing through every guarded wall I built to keep me safe. You do not just guide me, you pull me screaming from the edges of myself, grip me tight when I am unraveling too fast to hold. You calm the chaos with a ruthless fire. a storm that burns away my fear, leaving me raw, exposed, trembling in the ash, and still, you hold me like I am the only damn thing you want.

Sir,

You ground me like chains that bit deep into my skin, dragging me back from the edge of oblivion, reminding me that even broken and bleeding, I belong to you, completely, utterly.

You are my best friend and my captor, the only one who sees the darkness lurking beneath my fragile skin, who watches me bleed without turning away, and still chooses to own every desperate, fractured piece. You are my sanctuary and my storm fierce, ruthless refuge forged in pain and hunger, where I can shatter and be remade in fire, where my darkness is not just accepted, but devoured, where I am stripped bare, claimed, and consumed.

Sir,

You are the shadow I crave, the only home savage enough to hold all of me, to burn me alive and keep me whole