Belladonna

I’m scared of you, dear, I’m scared — and I don’t lie. I don’t know what to do anymore, Just watching you makes me cry. I’m scared of how you flinch At the thought of losing me, How you carve that pain into skin Like love needs proof to be. I’m scared of how you smile While talking of blood and war. You’re soft and sweet and lovely, But your mind keeps asking for more. I’m scared of the way you think, Not of who you truly are, But of the thoughts that drive you mad, That tear your soul apart. I’m scared because I love you, And love should feel like peace, But some nights it grips my chest, And the fear just won’t release. I wish I could hold you still, Quiet the thunder in your head. But I’m scared I’ll die inside this fear, With a heart so fragile, you never meant to break..

Then I met him— He who truly saw me. He who loved me, just as fiercely, matched my heart, beat for beat. Now I’ve fallen deep, past the edge of reason's seep. Deeper than the limits of madness, into something I can’t even name. It feels so off-limits, yet it’s the truest thing I’ve ever known. Unstoppable. Untamed. I’m so in love.

We’re so young, it feels surreal, Yet I crave a life with you for real. Each day without you aches a bit, Like love’s too big and I can't quit. I hated marriage all my life, Never dreamt of being a wife. But now that you exist so true, All I want is to marry you. You’re younger, yeah, that part is clear, But love don’t care for age, my dear. We’re growing up, not just in love, But in the life we’re dreaming of. I want to see you, face to face, To hold you close in warm embrace. But till that day, I’ll wait and stay, ‘Cause you and I—we’ll find our way. You’re not just words you never mean, You’re every promise I have seen. And deep inside I truly know, You’ll keep them all, and help us grow. I know you love me, yes you do, But babe, I swear I love you more too. More than the stars, more than the sky, More than the world knows how to try. I thought I wrote best when in pain, That misery fed my poet brain. But love this deep, it speaks so loud— Enough to make my pen feel proud.