My veins…
they surge with crimson tides.

I open my mouth,
but the words—
they tremble.
Like saying this
might alter the universe.

I gave you everything.
My heart.
My fire.
My truth.

Will you hold it—
or let it fall?
Will you keep it warm—
or crush it all?

They call me a fool.
"Move on," they say.
"She’s not your oxygen."

But how do I pull out a knife
that’s already buried deep?
How do I stop the bleeding
when I never stopped the love?

I walked through fire,
faced storms with no name.
Fought the world
just to whisper yours.

Every scar I wear
is a vow.
Every tear—
a story where you're the page.

Will you stay?
Or am I just static
in the background of your life?

Even if it tears me down,
I'll never curse you.
Never.

No grudge.
No bitterness.
Just this aching, open wound
called love.

I will be Romeo.
I’ll die calling your name.
Adoring you from a distance,
Cradling your ghost like prayer.

But I’ll never force you
to be Juliet.
Never.

They don’t get it—
I can’t forget.
Loving you is ink
etched in the lines of my breath.

Even if you walk away…
I’ll still love you—
loud,
raw,
and whole—

Until my dying day.