“I am a wreckage on the shore, Broken by waves I begged for more. Your touch—a storm, a brutal fire, Burns me alive, yet fans desire.

You’ve carved your name into my skin, A mark that screams where you’ve been. No other hands could mend this frame, For none could wield your brand of flame.

I’ve tasted love; it’s sharp and sweet, Like poison wrapped in honeyed heat. I need you more than breath, than air, Yet every kiss feels like despair.

I tell myself to turn, to flee, But chains of you anchor me. You’re the drug I can’t refuse, The muse I choose, the ache I lose.

I am ruined, this I know, Yet still, to you, I’ll always go. For though you’re bad, you feel like home— A wreck I’ll never leave alone.”

• Me

Your name is still the only one that I can’t get off my lips or out of my head.

N o one could compare O nly you set me soul afire A fter all this time, all we’ve done H ere and now, I long for home.