Your name is a sweet wound (Marcella Boccia)
Your name,A soft blade that cuts the air,A whisper of blood on my tongue,It lingers,Not with bitterness,But with the sweetness of a woundI will never allow to heal.It echoes in my veins,Where silence once bloomed,And now it blooms with pain,Like roses that thrive in the night,Their petals sharp as the longingI dare not speak.Your name is a song I sing in darkness,A melody woven with sorrowAnd the taste of somethingI cannot quite touch—The warmth of a handThat never held mine.It wraps around my heart,A string pulled too tight,A breath I choke onEach time I try to forget,Each time I try to step away—But there is no distanceBetween you and the mark you left.I have learned to love it,This sweet wound,For it is the only part of youThat remains.I kiss it like a secret,A flame that never dies,And I carry it,Proud in its ache,For in its pain,I am both lost and found,A ghost living in the nameYou gave me,Forever.
