I don’t know what love is.
Never heard it, never said it, never felt it.
But I know how to kill in 19 ways without blinking. I know the weight of chains. The burn of hunger. The silence of men who gave up years ago.
Then you dropped into my cell like a goddamn glitch in the system.
Soft eyes, bleeding knuckles.
I should’ve let them tear you apart.
But instead, I touched your face.
Not because I’m kind.
Because you looked at me like I was something worth saving.
And I don’t know what that means.