So this is what it is -
to be wanted without being consumed?
I gave up my soul for her,
and she left me starved of my own identity.
I had mistaken need for want,
devotion for my own ruin.
But you hold what I give like it is still my own,
and there is space for me,
within your wanting.
So this is what it is -
to be shared and not stolen?
He took me,
and taught me to flinch at embrace.
I had mistaken distance for safety,
remaining untouched for survival.
But you hold me like I'm something
worth restoring,
and I am made in your arms.
And you -
you hand my body back to me each time you touch it