Dark Romance Collection

I drank you in,

knowing full well you would drown me.

Common sense packed its bags

and left somewhere between your first touch ,

and my last good decision.

You became a craving

that lived beneath my skin,

a hunger that grew the more I fed it.

You burned through me,

not like fire —

fire eventually dies.

You burned like something sacred,

something forbidden,

a ruin I willingly knelt before.

I knew you would consume me.

I’d hand over every soft part of myself,

and still…

I held out my heart like an offering.

If I ever break free of you,

if your taste finally leaves my mouth,

tell me this —

What survives after being devoured by love?

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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2023-22/06/26

They say don’t look for good

In a man you don’t take to meet your dad—

Like it’s a rule

The body obeys.

But no one sees it

When your pulse slows

Instead of races,

When fear starts to feel

Like something else.

She is breathless,

Tied,

Breath shallow,

Hope thinning at the edges.

The men around her

Are easy—

Ruthless, loud, predictable.

But him—he is different,

Sharp, cold, unreadable.

He doesn’t need to raise his voice,

Danger sits on him

Like it belongs there.

And she can’t look away,

Not when his silence

Leans closer than words,

Not when every glance

Feels like being chosen—claimed.

Every look chips at her resolve,

Every word—low, deliberate—

Pulls her deeper

Into something she shouldn’t want.

A storm she feels in her body

Before it ever breaks,

And she knows—she knows—

It’s reckless to search for softness

In someone who stays on the edge.

But what if the shadows

Move for her?

What if the cold

Isn’t absence—but control?

Her mind doesn’t listen,

It leans in as the line blurs—

Fear and longing

Until they taste the same

On her tongue.

Survival says stay back,

Distance says run,

But something in her

Steps closer—

Not forced, not broken—chosen.

Because every moment near him

Feels like a secret

Pressed against her skin,

Like danger

That knows her name.

So what is this—

Falling for the wrong man,

Or something worse—

Wanting him

Exactly as he is?

Because the truth sits heavy,

She doesn’t want to escape—

Not really,

And somewhere between

Fear and desire

She stops asking

Where danger ends

And lets herself be pulled under.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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29/04/26

You stood there in your quiet control,

An unspoken warning

In the way you held yourself.

And still…

I didn’t walk away.

There was something in you that didn’t ask —

It took.

Not loud,

Not forceful,

Just…

Certain.

Like you already knew I would fold

Before I even tried to stand.

And I hate that…

The way my body goes still around you,

Like it’s waiting for…instruction.

You don’t love —

Not the kind that heals.

Yours lives in the space between want…

And damage,

In the breath just before…

Regret.

I feel it every time you get too close,

Every time your silence…

Presses against me

Harder than words ever could.

I should leave…

I know I should.

But there’s something in me that leans toward the fire —

Not because I don’t see it…

But ,,,

Because I do.

And that’s the truth I can’t dress up —

I didn’t fall into you…

I walked in

…knowing exactly what you are.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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28/03/26

The silence grew —

It split us apart,

Its echo breaking through my heart.

I made myself so small to stay,

While you grew tall,

I slipped away.

I patched the walls,

I filled the seams,

But roots can’t grow in broken dreams.

I held on tight,

I wouldn’t let go,

But rotten soil leaves nothing to sow.

I chose me —

That’s just the way it has to be.

Between love and goodbye

 I finally found I.

Two souls that slowly slipped away,

Between love and goodbye,

That’s where I learned

How to survive.

Fuck babes —

We both hoped our love wouldn’t die.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin20i5 🪶

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I want to feel you in my arms,

But my body remembers the hurt.

I want to talk,

But your last words

Split me wide open.

I want to watch the sunrise with you,

But you dragged me into the dark

And called it love.

I want.

I want.

I always want you.

And that’s the fucking problem.

You are a disease

I have no cure for,

And I keep confusing the addiction

For truth.

Wanting you

Is self-harm

With a heartbeat.

So no —

I don’t miss you.

I miss who I had to become

To survive you.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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6/3/26

She stood close enough,

For the air between us to tighten,

Every word an exhale

Slowly unravelling my will.

I watched her breathe,

Measured the tremor beneath her ribs,

Waiting — patient as gravity —

Until silence belonged to her.

When her fingers finally found me

They did not hesitate.

They held, firm enough to remind me.

How quickly a body responds.

And I let her.

I wanted to see how far control could bend.

Before something inside me was claimed.

Power changed hands that night —

Hers into mine, mine into hers,

A quiet transaction

Spoken without words.

Control was never taken.

It was offered — slow,

Deliberate —

Like placing a blade into someone else’s palm

And trusting they would not use it.

Unless she asked.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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21/12/25

Every argument fades,

Under your touch.

Every warning softens in your voice.

You break me in pieces.

Then pull me back together again,

And I call it love.

You say we are fire and flame,

But I’m the one

Who burns longer.

I wait for the pain now,

Like it’s proof

You still care.

I don’t know if I love you,

Or the part of me

That keeps trying to fix you.

Either way,

Something inside me

Is dying slowly.

You walk away untouched —

Clean,

Unscarred,

Free.

I’m left holding the damage,

You handed to me.

You never ask what it costs me to stay.

You just watch me burn,

And turn away.

You only show up when I’m already on fire.

You only love me when I burn higher.

I keep shrinking myself just to stay,

Calling it compromise,

While I fade away.

If this is love,

It’s breaking me —

I’m losing myself piece by piece,

Knowing dam well it’s poison.

I know it’s unhealthy…

But I still can’t walk away.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026

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1/1/26

I can survive a lot in this life.

 I have survived worse than most.

But not that…

 Not you walking away again.

This isn’t about control.

 It’s about fear that lives under the skin.

 It’s about history repeating itself.

It’s about every time you turned your back

And took the air from my lungs,

Like it belonged to you.

When you leave,

My body feels it before my mind does.

My chest tightens,

My stomach burns,

And something inside me starts to split open.

It isn’t dramatic,

It’s chemical.

It’s the nervous system remembering

What abandonment costs.

You don’t see it,

But the version of me that trusts you is fragile.

She stepped forward carefully.

She softened.

She believed this time would be different.

If you walk away now,

You won’t just hurt me —

You will shatter the parts me  that finally felt safe.

Fuck…

Don’t you dare leave me…

… this broken.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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02/03/26

One word had me believing

Something was finally mine

After years of neglect.

“I promise.”

Two small words

That sound like shelter

When the storm is loud.

I held them like something sacred,

Turning them over in my hands

As if they were truth.

But some promises are only smoke.

They curl through the air,

Beautiful for a moment

Before they disappear.

Leaving nothing

But the smell of something burned.

I used to believe them,

Used to build whole futures

On your words.

Now I know better.

A promise is not what someone says —

It’s what they do

When the moment comes

To keep their word.

And silence tells the truth

Every time.

Your “I promise”

Turned to ash —

A black rose

Poisoned

By betrayal.

My heart bleeds

Like a leaky tap

No one bothered to fix,

Dripping quietly

Onto the floor.

I still long for you…

Whispering into the dark,

Why won’t you stay?

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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08/03/2026

Sharper than any blade,

You violated my trust.

I never expected

Your disloyalty,

Your cruel lust.

You came to me cloaked,

Wrapped in disguise —

A wolf hiding

Treachery in your eyes.

You drove a dagger

Into my heart

And tore it

Piece by piece.

What we once bound

With threads of gold

Now hangs frayed,

Lifeless,

Bitter cold.

You cut deep,

Ripping open sacred ties,

Whispering

Nothing but lies.

Your poison spread through me,

Corrupting what was pure,

Reaching the heart

Of my system —

My very core.

You violated our boundaries,

Shattered what we were,

And so much

Fucking more.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025

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5/8/25

Hold me like the fire does,

Tight,

Cruel,

Too honest to pretend.

Don’t tell me I’m strong —

I’ve buried too many versions of myself

To still believe that lie.

If you love me,

Love the breaking .

The nights I claw my way out of my own head,

The ghosts that sleep beside me.

I don’t need saving,

I need someone who won’t flinch

When the dark starts fucking talking back.

Love me like my demons —

Not in spite of the chaos,

But because you see it

And stay.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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2025

I live there sometimes,

Where your name still tastes

Like love,

And my trust was whole.

You said forever

Like it was a prayer.

I believed you —

The way children believe

In light that doesn’t burn.

Now silence carries your voice.

It ricochets through my bones

Like a ghost that won’t move on.

I exhale,

And the past exhales with me —

Half forgiveness,

Half fire,

All fucking sorrow.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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2025

I poured myself into you

Until I blurred at the edges.

Until what I felt

Depended on how you looked at me.

If you were warm, I existed.

If you were distant, I dissolved.

You drank from the parts of me

That wanted to be chosen.

I let you.

Not because I didn’t see it,

But because being emptied

Felt better than being alone.

You called it devotion.

I called it survival — co-dependency.

I mistook your silence for safety,

Your anger for proof I still mattered.

If you reacted, at least I was there.

If you pulled away, I panicked —

Not at losing you,

But at losing the version of me

That only lived in your eyes.

You held me close

To stop your own cracks from spreading.

I stayed

Because I didn’t know

Who I was

Without something to fix.

We orbited pain like gravity,

Mistaking intensity for connection.

This wasn’t love.

It was two frightened hearts

Trying to survive

By leaning on each other’s wounds.

Calling the ache intimacy

Because neither of us

Knew how to stand alone.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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2025-21/02/26

You imprinted on my heart,

Right to the core.

Your love was impossible,

And still, I wanted more.

Your rejection broke me.

I thought you were mine,

But your silence told stories

I couldn’t define.

Your embers still burn,

Your ghost speaks low at night —

A taste of static,

A haunting I can’t fight.

Even the mirror looks away now,

As if it knows.

In the dark, I still listen,

For messages — hoping you’ll come home.

I tried to drink the darkness,

To drown the ache, you left behind.

But your love was too heavy,

Too cruel to survive.

Now all I have

Are old text threads,

Lifeless words

From a love long dead.

Your leaving hurt

More than you’ll know.

I can’t breathe —

I was burnt head to toe.

I was yours completely.

And I still can’t let you fucking go.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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2025