She walks unknowing,
but in my mind I twist the thread—
a shadow clings to every step,
a storm waits behind her calm.
I crave the sting upon her skin,
the weight she cannot shed,
the ache that blooms when silence falls,
the torment she cannot name.
Each breath she takes,
I want it heavy,
a mirror of the scars she left—
her comfort shattered,
her peace denied,
until she learns what pain becomes.