You wrote yourself into my veins,
Not with ink, but with fire—
Each letter burning into my skin,
Each word sinking into my soul.

Your touch is a language,
An alphabet that rewrites me—
No eraser can fade you,
No time can wash you away.

I carry you like a wound,
A scar that never wants to heal.
Your love is a constellation
Carved across my midnight skies.

How do I forget a hand
That taught me the shape of longing?
How do I erase the voice
That taught my heart to sing?

Even if the seas forget their tides,
And the stars abandon the night—
You remain.
Indelible. Eternal. Mine.