BONE DEEP LOVE

Evvi, 12th - France
You put your hands inside my ribs and didn’t flinch.

You found the parts others left cracked and bruised,
those who turned away at the sight of the damage,
yet you held them steady,
never asking for explanations,
never demanding to know who left me in ruin,
you simply gathered the fragments
and shaped them into something whole.

Your fingers traced scars no one else saw,
or cared to acknowledge,
and somehow you knew how to heal wounds
you didn’t create,
how to stitch up what others tore open
while digging for answers
to questions I didn't even know existed.

You never forced me to answer why my heart stumbled,
why my chest felt like a war zone,
or why everyone left when they saw blood.
You just knelt in the wreckage,
dug deep into the wounds,
to the places that bled too long
and held onto me.

You didn’t flinch when the weight of me was too much,
when my heart pounded, aching in your hands.
you only pressed closer,
silently bearing what was never yours to carry.

You put your hands inside my ribs and didn’t flinch,
whispering “I’ll love you even when it feels like no one else does.”