Love on the Edge of a Blade

when love was scarce and bitter-spun, i craved the warmth of anyone. no silver spoons, no golden light — just hungry hands that learned to fight. i licked the steel of sharpened lies, and swallowed tears in my disguise. the blades that cut, the wounds they made — became the price my heart had paid. yet still, i sought what stars conceal — a fragile hope that dared to heal. through shadows deep and echoed cries, i found the truth in shattered skies. love is not kind to those who crawl, it tempts, it breaks, it takes it all. but in the dark, i found my name — and rose unburned from blackened flame.