Kratos Marc
Wellknown Ace
I don’t just want your body,
I want your breath, your sleep, your silence, your sins,
everything you don’t give to anyone.
I want the parts of you that surface at 3 a.m.,
when the world is quiet and you stop pretending.
The thoughts you swallow, the fears you hide,
the softness you deny yourself.
I want to know what breaks you
and still choose you on the days you feel unlovable.
Not to own you but to stand with you,
when you are bare, honest, and real.
Because wanting you is not hunger.
It’s recognition.
It’s choosing your soul,
again and again.
I want your breath, your sleep, your silence, your sins,
everything you don’t give to anyone.
I want the parts of you that surface at 3 a.m.,
when the world is quiet and you stop pretending.
The thoughts you swallow, the fears you hide,
the softness you deny yourself.
I want to know what breaks you
and still choose you on the days you feel unlovable.
Not to own you but to stand with you,
when you are bare, honest, and real.
Because wanting you is not hunger.
It’s recognition.
It’s choosing your soul,
again and again.
