🖤Jack🖤

Jack, watch the night drip from my hands, I’m a river tangled in ash and rusted plans. I’ve walked through fires that knew my name, swore I’d stay away, but I’m back in the flame. I fall, I bleed, on this cracked floor, again, again — I crave what I’m for. Jack, pour the dark into my veins, let the storm erase my chains. This time I want the walls to bend, let every echo become my friend. Jack, hold the smoke while I scream, let the shadow swallow the dream. He drifts through silence, untouchable, I’m the hurricane he cannot cull. Crashing my head on beams of despair, forgetting the edges, the thin air. Maybe tomorrow bends or breaks, but tomorrow fades, and the bruise it makes is the only language left to speak, the only answer when I’m weak. Jack, pour the dark into my veins, let the storm erase my chains. This time I want the walls to bend, let every echo become my friend. Jack, hold the smoke while I scream, let the shadow swallow the dream. I think — when he’s gone, I chase the wind, when he’s here, he drifts past everything pinned. And that’s not me, Jack, not the pulse alive at the core. ’Cause when I’m not drowning, Jack, I’m a wildfire — painfully alive, alive enough to feel every hidden war. Jack, bend the night around my fire, let the walls fracture with desire. I spill, I break, I rise through the floor, Jack, carry me into the roar, let the dark dissolve until I’m more.