The only thing to graze my skin now  his his hands hold me in a storm.
The only plain I feel is when he tells me he has to go.
His words sew up the gashes inside of me.
The way he looks at me makes me blush ,
And then he'll laugh.
He calls me out of the blue and he knows when something's wrong.
When his lips touch my cheek and my hand is in his nothing can hurt me.
He knows when my therapy appointments are , he knows plans for everything , he knows my past . and what I want from the future.