Vows Made In Ashes

 

He stands like judgment 
Sharp suit, sharper silence. 
A man carved from control, 
Watch ticking like a countdown
To her surrender.
She dances with defiance, 
Jewels clashing like war drums, 
Arms raised not in worship, 
But in warning. 
A goddess forged in fire, 
Unafraid to burn what binds her.
But he doesn’t flinch. 
He watches. Waits. 
Not to tame her. To consume her.
She was meant to destroy him. 
He was built to unmake her revenge. 
And somewhere between 
Her raised arms and his clenched jaw, 
A vow is made
Not in love, but in ruin.

This heart was dust until her
Love breathed fire into it. 
And then, that same fire
Turned it to ruin.
I didn’t sin. I loved. 
But love became my punishment. 
Each sigh, each sob, a sentence 
Carved into my chest.
She didn’t steal me. 
She hollowed me. 
Left me echoing with her name 
In every brightness, in every dark.
Her memory is a wound 
That never closes. 
Her face is a curse I see in daylight, 
A ghost that haunts my nights.
If I meet God, I’ll ask: 
Why give me a heart of glass 
And a fate that shatters it with love?
Why teach me to burn 
And then call it devotion?
I was not loved. I was undone. 
And in her love, I lost everything.
Without you, I am a storm 
With no sky restless, unclaimed,
Aching for the touch 
That once made me whole.
You left, but your absence is louder
Than your presence ever was.
Every breath I take
Tastes like betrayal,  
Every heartbeat echoes  
Your name like a curse.
I loved you with the kind of 
Madness that ruins men. 
You were my prayer, 
My punishment, my pleasure.
Now I watch you from 
Behind the veil of silence,
Your eyes avoiding mine,
Your lips speaking lies
That once whispered love.
You think I’ll forget?
You think I’ll forgive?
But love like this
Doesn’t die it waits.
It sharpens. It returns.
I will come back not
As the man you left,
But as the fire you
Tried to extinguish.
And when I do you’ll remember
How you begged to be ruined by me.

 She came with vengeance in her veins,
A storm wrapped in silk and silence. 
But he, he was the fire beneath her fury, 
The whisper that unraveled her war.
He didn’t fight her rage. 
He kissed it. Bent it. Made it beg.
She wanted blood. He gave her heat. 
She wanted ruin. He gave her worship.
Now her revenge wears his name. 
Her mind, his altar. 
Her body, his scripture. 
Her soul, his home.
She forgets why she burned. 
Only remembers who 
Made her burn brighter.

In the dark where secrets breathe, 
A heart once warm turns cold beneath. 
Scars spread slow, like fingers trace, 
Binding beauty before it finds grace.
Tears fall soft, like silk on skin, 
Sliding down from deep within. 
Lies pull tight like velvet chains, 
Swallowing awe, igniting flames.
We walk a wire, trembling, bare, 
While pleasure and pain hang in the air. 
Step by step, we chase the heat, 
Where ruin and rapture always meet.
Heavy steps in a world gone dim, 
Living with ache, limb to limb. 
Inside that ache, one truth remains
Some betrayals pulse like veins.
The pain seduces, no break, no breath, 
Each step a moan, each sigh a death.
On this tightrope, we roam alone, 
Until the ache feels like home.
We search the dark for a spark, a sign, 
To guide us through this fevered line. 
Even with hearts bruised and torn, 
We crave the fire to be reborn.
We try to sever, to cut the thread, 
But even after miles, the heart’s not dead. 
So we wear the wound like perfume rare, 
And hide the hunger others wouldn’t dare.
We dance the line, a wicked trance, 
Between pain and lust, we take our chance. 
And in those moments, we find our flame
To rise again, to play the game.
When desire grips and won’t let go, 
Our hearts grow numb, but bodies know. 
The ache stays close, never far apart
So lovers and poets make it art.

She moves like dusk, soft, slow, dangerous. 
A curve of shadow, a whisper of silk.
Her body, a map of forbidden places: 
The swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, 
The navel, a secret he aches 
To read with lips, not eyes.
She doesn’t walk. She claims space. 
Voluptuous, deliberate. Each breath a dare,
Each glance is a promise 
He is not strong enough to resist.
Her skin glows like sin, her scent
A memory he hasn’t made 
Yet but already mourns.
She is not his. But she is the ruin
He was born to crave.
And now, he watches her like a man starved, 
His gaze heavy, unblinking, 
Not with lust alone,
But with the hunger to possess.
He wants to trace that navel 
With the edge of his mouth, 
To make her forget every vow 
She ever made against him.
He wants her breath to
Stutter beneath his touch, 
Her body to tremble not from fear, 
But from the ache of surrender.
He wants her mind to blur 
Until it thinks only of him
His hands, his mouth, 
The way he says her name 
Like a promise and a punishment.
He wants her undone,
Not just in flesh, but in fire. 
To make her ruin the most 
Beautiful thing she’s ever felt.