Smoke Spells Your Name

The intoxicating pull of a love you know could destroy you but crave anyway.

You’re like a gun to my head,
a drug in my veins—
every echo calls your name.
I’m dying for you.

You’re the trigger I tremble beneath,
the rush I can’t outrun,
a wildfire licking at the edges
of everything I swore I’d never become.

You taste like danger on my lips,
like midnight wrapped in skin,
like a prayer I shouldn’t whisper
but beg to say again.

I know you’re not salvation—
you’re the fall,
the fracture,
the beautiful bruise I press just to feel.

And still—

I choose the chaos of your touch
over the silence of being safe.
I choose the storm in your eyes
over a sky that doesn’t move me.

If loving you is my undoing,
let the smoke spell your name.
Let my last breath be honest—

I wasn’t afraid of dying.
I was afraid of living
without you.