Carver

First she saved me from my demons. Then I saved her from myself.
Now she’s back—and she ain’t alone.
Bronte chose me when no one else would.
Saw the man buried under all the scars and wreckage.
And like I carve life from stone, she chipped away ’til she found my heart.
Then the accident hit. Left me busted up—body, soul, the whole damn package.
So I did what I thought was right. I let her go.
Figured she deserved more than a broken bastard with nothin’ left to give.
But Bronte? She never stopped fightin’ for us.
Now she’s back in my world—and every time she’s near, my chest gets tight and my head gets loud.
But there’s somethin’ in her eyes…
Makes me wonder what else I lost when I pushed her away.
I’ve always ridden solo. Kept my heart in lockdown.
But some things? They’re worth breakin’ every rule, every wall, every damn chain for.
Only question is…
Did I already lose the one thing I’d die to keep?