Only You

I move unseen through this world—
a ghost stitched from failed prayers,
fading beneath every glance
that never lingers.

They pass through me—
shapes without meaning,
faces carved from glass.
Not one would know if I vanished—
not one would care to.

But you—
you linger in the static,
soft and constant—
a presence just beneath the skin.
You don't speak of love,
yet you fill the silence
where love should be.

You never reach for me—
never promise warmth—
but you stay.
And isn't that enough?

If you asked,
I'd tear the marrow from my bones,
spill everything I've ever been
into your hands—
because even if you devour me,
at least you'd leave something behind.

At least I'd belong to someone.